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you told me once
that you were
seeing everything
from the top of a
mountain
and i wonder
if the cerulean air from
up there
fills your lungs
like a new day
and if the birds
live inside your dreams
like a museum
where their laughter
preserves the best
parts of you
the moon lives in the lining of your skin.
the absentminded
water slides
into the empty
spaces of my skin
i can feel your
mossy fingertips
playing with
the forces of nature
(the way you do)
there's a past inside me
that i cannot reach
and i do not run
from it
the mist from the water
seeps into my pores
and i am filled to the
brink with viridescent
potential
we're all just searching for something.
We watch the stars
And the sun, the moon
Light up the darkest
Moments in time

Lurk in the outline
And ignore the noise
You don't need those
Silly little thingz anymore

I am psychotic high
And my words
Will never be remembered
In the way they once were

And the things small
Your fingers deceive
Instead of wiping
A mouth clean

Behind closed doors
And cracked window
I wipe my eyes
And I will
Wipe away my mouth
And the things
It never tasted

And the moon,
It cannot be trusted
But there is a sun
Sun so bright building
In a chest and I
Could see you
I could see you in dreams
But not in reality

Because every star,
They eventually fade
Away
And the feeling lingers
On the tips of fingers
That have been chewed
To the bone

And this,
This ungodly place
It will never be
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