vanish into the night.
run for your life.
remembering how we felt when we felt anything at all.
how hands and fingers touch.
how different worlds collide.
how we fall in love with the sounds of crushing love.
there is nothing above that will save us from below.
we breathe, not air, but dust.
collapse, baby, relapse.
release whatever's left to ventilate.
i won't judge you, no one could.
there are no hummingbirds on this adress.
black magic rules the block, and i owe too much.
yardsale of the soul.
we are lovers and fighters of gutless desperation.
how some of us still live under the sun is beyond me.
my friend in the mirror begs me to stop.
to see, to be.
i ain't saying much, content with staring back.
once, maybe twice, we shared the same ideas.
it's all different now.
i've got 35 inches of solitude at night.
in the daylight, i have a whole world.
just save this for a perfect day.
when you feel the floor shaking beneath your feet.
it was only me, slamming the doors.
to the heavens below.
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