if i love does it grow like a vine? upwards? wrapping? scraping? does it have thorns? does it scratch my neck as it climbs up to high heaven? i remember being a plum. plum forgot.
now the water bubble, trembles. out-pours like gloop, round and thickened as it drips, bubbles in bubbles out bubbles, and oozing soft and squishy lens. you watch as it ebbs the globulus forms to where the light bounces off into your eyes.
Ay. This is the nature of the things that drip, from your nose, snot, and cough, from your heart, blood, from your toes, fungus, and from your mouth, froth. babies .... or rabies .....
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