I feel your racing heart. My liquid silver arms extended, these waves aren't far apart. Black gold in claw-foot tubs unchanging; I am fire, where's my form? Whisper crimson, I intrude. There's light beneath your eyes, new overtones in view. Endless form, endless time. If what they say is true, you are a shadow in the fourth dimension. To
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