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Galaxy's Edge

Slam the door with silence, no friction Your deathbed awaits by the sun Facing it, with your right hand tickling the moon Left one carrying a gun “Ninth circle of hell awaits” Whispers, as I wait for the sun “Ninth circle of hell awaits” At the galaxy’s edge, I stump Where a dress made in heaven Specially for her November For her special mirror she wore My chest shivers, as she carries me My chest shivers, as she opens the door Take me to the galaxy’s edge Wear me upon your hazel hair To let go of my old one From a nameless stone fix me Into living bones fix me I sink into your mind When it turns to be a black hole Endless, with sensational blares Echoing at the endless core Take me to the sun My only one, my only home My mind convulses into spasms! While I nap over her ocean Where light wins every fight Where darkness’s fading, I live For a new life I live For a new shadow of mine Lifted by her soul Lifted unbroken
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Written by
Majid
24 / M / Dubai
Published
Oct 20, 2017
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