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I am tearing every flower out from inside of myself
 and replacing them with thorns. 
I am feeling this fully, painfully, everything is heavy.
 I am diving into the needles of this memory 
and I am not coming up for air
 until I have poured every drop of your name 
out of my mouth.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
I Am Not Coming Up For Air
I am tearing every flower out from inside of myself
 and replacing them with thorns. 
I am feeling this fully, painfully, everything is heavy.
 I am diving into the needles of this memory 
and I am not coming up for air
 until I have poured every drop of your name 
out of my mouth.
maelstromhead
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
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