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Mar 2014
you are a broken mess of shattered bones
each limb attached to a million little anchors
a gradual decline inevitable
but baby, i will sink to the very bottom with you
i will hold my breath until my lungs collapse and fill with the sickly salt water that surrounds us
i will stay there for as long as you need me to
and when you find the strength to free yourself
i will rise to the top with you
and we will rediscover what the sun feels like on our skin
and what the air feels like in our lungs
peurdelavie
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peurdelavie  australia
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