The sensory input you give me,
convalescent extract of paranoid psychology;
the beating of your heart,
and pulsing of your synaptic pathways
as they bring you to a state of ecstasy and ovulation.

The purr.
As only you know how to do it,
my tongue untrained in the art of Roman cat linguistics.

A muttering. And an illogical sense of ophthalmology;
recanting and division among patterned paranormalcy.

Hurriedly, I take my vows in the street;
as if you were the only one for me,
I take to dancing and to creation,
letting go of a stochastic revolution.

Heat marks
fealty in the grass;
frailty, discontentment, obstinacy.

And as the building begins its slow descent into the street,
the rubble evokes a sense of obligatory passion.

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The sensory input you give me,
convalescent extract of paranoid psychology;
the beating of your heart,
and pulsing of your synaptic pathways
as they bring you to a state of ecstasy and ovulation.

The purr.
As only you know how to do it,
my tongue untrained in the art of Roman cat linguistics.

A muttering. And an illogical sense of ophthalmology;
recanting and division among patterned paranormalcy.

Hurriedly, I take my vows in the street;
as if you were the only one for me,
I take to dancing and to creation,
letting go of a stochastic revolution.

Heat marks
fealty in the grass;
frailty, discontentment, obstinacy.

And as the building begins its slow descent into the street,
the rubble evokes a sense of obligatory passion.

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