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Nov 2017
so much to say
dont know where to start
under the tangled sheets,
i will learn to breathe
and finally walk

time slows
leaves fall
the cool mist
my living skin

my veins
a rainforest
just itching to
come alive
at your warm touch

blood boils
like natural
hot springs
its own serene illusion

i freefall
frozen in time
like little porcelain angels
of the night
tumbling as season change
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shåi  Androgynous/sound frequencies
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