Lovers [provisional title]

i pass by that couple of lovers
it’s like putting the [/my, your] hands in a bucket of sardines
the nibbles are so many
i am injured
it’s not mortal
i passed by that couple of lovers
it was like putting in a bucket of salt
the hands
the sardines are so many
like [/how] the sun cuts
not even half a cat in sight
like [/how] the light cuts
like [/how] the ship cuts
the scales are so many
it’s like putting the hands
the arms are so many
not even half a cat
not even half a tongue
not even half an ill [/evil, badly]

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