.mama, you got to move.

her breath was lost in the beauty of woodwork that housed the contents of her previous heart every beat was a gasp for the air she so solemnly beckoned a taste of its pressure before all that broke her well, the damned thing was locked shut in a former haze of lunacy & she'd taken full advantage of lush-ridden amnesia to summon the combination cirrhosis sounded like a fantasy ride compared to a resurrection of the past year & she can't open the safe she cannot open what was safe but she's grown enough to cling onto courage like it's her last cigarette & she doesn't even smoke

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