crack cocaine
…the forefingers of the thoughts slipping on an explosive story are swallowing fire and smoke, as if they're some crack cocaine ⋯ with the touch of a kiss and a hug mastered by a sublime smile, your eyes got considerably glued, so you don't get hurt by loving me ⋯ thrilling, in a Republic of Romance, born in a temperamental habitat, uttering in a Latinate elation dialect I am… in the corner of your mouth ⋯ with symptoms of some faint feeling, dreams fall in love by nouns' heads, ⟮mine and yours⟯, visions in visions, overlapped, while spit out the fear ⋯ so the idea got constructed itself, while the music reflected our passion as the forefinger of some thoughts that swallowed both fire and smoke…