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Jan 2014
Six minutes into midnight
and you're already fighting for dominance
The sheets aren't as clean and
the breeze whispers the words I can't

The proximity of our chests and
how far you've come is still unmistakably balanced
The soft hiss of your breath still resembles muffled screamsβ€”
noises beneath the stillness of your lungs

Six minutes into midnight
and there are untouched mountains outside our window.
a.u.
aerielle
Written by
aerielle  MNL
(MNL)   
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   E, --- and Francisco Ortiz
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