His fullstops are Earths.
His commas are tadpoles,
Tadpoles unaware of what his full stops have to offer
I want to live a life that is worthy of his voiceover
Like a flying fish
A crab that fills the beach with marbles of sand
Or a bird able to mimic the sound of a chainsaw
I would give what I have
For him to narrate her dreams for a single night
Drown me in a raindrop
Accomodate me in a world without walls
Allow me to swim back stroke down the blood vessells of a blue whale
If the mouth on the face of the Earth were to open
It is his voice I would want to hear
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