tell me, upon returning...
"Returning from where, I've been right here?"
...did you gasp for breath?
"I no longer fool myself into believing that breathing was ever an option,"
-thought my hand out loud
"I merely close my eyes and concede myself to the asphyxiation."
love
"...is my darkness of eternity."
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
tell me, upon returning...
"Returning from where, I've been right here?"
...did you gasp for breath?
"I no longer fool myself into believing that breathing was ever an option,"
-thought my hand out loud
"I merely close my eyes and concede myself to the asphyxiation."
love
"...is my darkness of eternity."
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