your shoulders shyly dream of collar bone wings
you're crowned
by the way willows bend at the words you sing
if this was our life, our nerves that clung to the page
and brace for each wound when you crawl out of the cage
would you bring me with you? i'm dying to breathe
again, to see again when i can't wake up from
this stethoscope mountainscape
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
your shoulders shyly dream of collar bone wings
you're crowned
by the way willows bend at the words you sing
if this was our life, our nerves that clung to the page
and brace for each wound when you crawl out of the cage
would you bring me with you? i'm dying to breathe
again, to see again when i can't wake up from
this stethoscope mountainscape
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