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i'm taking comfort in jet lag i'm thinking of the catharsis in a glance i'm measuring stages of grief in atmospheres traversed i'm changing my name to stale blood i'm hurdling 27,006 feet above where you are i'm wondering if emotions can become airborne i'm wondering if anyone knows i'm wondering how everyone here can just not know how they can not break down entirely when they hear someone running to catch a flight i'm choking on pressurized air and promises death decided i shouldn't keep i'm breaking sound barriers trying to find the last octave you could speak i'm crying at the sight of sewing needles i'm sleeping in your bed i'm dreaming of breaking the teeth that took your mouth for granted i'm pressing flowers from your funeral in a book that promised eternal life i'm cursing your death certificate i'm still waiting for a curtain call
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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i'm taking comfort in jet lag i'm thinking of the catharsis in a glance i'm measuring stages of grief in atmospheres traversed i'm changing my name to stale blood i'm hurdling 27,006 feet above where you are i'm wondering if emotions can become airborne i'm wondering if anyone knows i'm wondering how everyone here can just not know how they can not break down entirely when they hear someone running to catch a flight i'm choking on pressurized air and promises death decided i shouldn't keep i'm breaking sound barriers trying to find the last octave you could speak i'm crying at the sight of sewing needles i'm sleeping in your bed i'm dreaming of breaking the teeth that took your mouth for granted i'm pressing flowers from your funeral in a book that promised eternal life i'm cursing your death certificate i'm still waiting for a curtain call
i never wanted to write this poem, especially for you.
nicole-hammond
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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