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I know secret air your wild ocean winds   stabbing angels pretending to be people. I see stars dripping outside every lonely window, turn over my spirit to soft whispers. Darkness sings stars fly falling    still you ask me to master white storm. This part of me no longer craves bodies, my walls begin rising   nobody has time to undersand   what we all go through. It's fine. I'll keep it to myself. My hard burn cry bolting for the galloping  green pastures. Hoping to tune back in to a station playing for love and children. My dust ghost space knows how to power ache flow hoping to find   your running rainbow lips promising eternal sunshine for quiet pen minds. Melt my waves piece by piece. Are there any eyes who love my silent sun inside? Nobody sees us when we turn back to mist, fearless to remember   the path of totality when my solitary roots slip down to be counseled   by pure water trembling still   from underground sun injected by honeycombs   lying still in floating pools I turn to you forgetting how to speak. Vast sea taking my edge, your calm waters making me forget   I ever bled.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Turn back to Mist
I know secret air your wild ocean winds   stabbing angels pretending to be people. I see stars dripping outside every lonely window, turn over my spirit to soft whispers. Darkness sings stars fly falling    still you ask me to master white storm. This part of me no longer craves bodies, my walls begin rising   nobody has time to undersand   what we all go through. It's fine. I'll keep it to myself. My hard burn cry bolting for the galloping  green pastures. Hoping to tune back in to a station playing for love and children. My dust ghost space knows how to power ache flow hoping to find   your running rainbow lips promising eternal sunshine for quiet pen minds. Melt my waves piece by piece. Are there any eyes who love my silent sun inside? Nobody sees us when we turn back to mist, fearless to remember   the path of totality when my solitary roots slip down to be counseled   by pure water trembling still   from underground sun injected by honeycombs   lying still in floating pools I turn to you forgetting how to speak. Vast sea taking my edge, your calm waters making me forget   I ever bled.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
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