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Jul 2012
These skies break open,
And spill over me.
Like diamonds to the sun,
Forever they breathe.

They spin like gems,
Floating over broken glass.
I lay motionless in white,
Watching you slowly pass.
(Just smile for me)

And I feel like we could be,
Could be heroes if we set our minds to the goal,
Just stay with me and scream one, two, three,
Here we go!
(We could be heroes in the end)

If the end is just a tunnel,
With a light running above.
I feel like I’ll be failing,
To open the letter sealed with your love.
(Could you please just smile for me?)

And as I lie on broken glass,
An inch above the shard,
I feel myself floating,
And digging my grave in your backyard.
Because Seattle was never the place,
For a boy like me.
Another shot of morphine,
And I’ll be floating free.

We could be heroes in the end,
If the days would only die.
And the stars could split beside the moon and sun,
And you could fall from the sky.
Aaron Reisinger
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