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breathe in the air for me because I can't bright but dark and suffocating, the stars squeeze me, watching as they dance through each other like french tips tapping on a foggy windowpane pale blue grey lips trembling as they tug up at the corner the elegant stretched fingers of mannerism - alien, beautiful, silver and glowing and throwing away all that came before, looking toward the future, already there, waiting for me waiting for us to catch up breathe for me because I can't neck stretched too far, too far back eyes cast toward the darkness, lips open, screaming, quiet as the planets swirl in the deafening distance and I bury my nails in my sides and it burns like acid rain hissing as it strikes the ground a high ringing somewhere in the distance in this empty office stage lights striking the tops of eyelashes in the right position - comforting and familiar, warm but the eyelashes tremble and it's all you can see, the only light in a dark room that could be stretching on forever, blinding light, burning and staying for hours after as you sit, waiting, waiting for sight waiting for sight to catch up (I still can't breathe)
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
a repressing crowd of angels
breathe in the air for me because I can't bright but dark and suffocating, the stars squeeze me, watching as they dance through each other like french tips tapping on a foggy windowpane pale blue grey lips trembling as they tug up at the corner the elegant stretched fingers of mannerism - alien, beautiful, silver and glowing and throwing away all that came before, looking toward the future, already there, waiting for me waiting for us to catch up breathe for me because I can't neck stretched too far, too far back eyes cast toward the darkness, lips open, screaming, quiet as the planets swirl in the deafening distance and I bury my nails in my sides and it burns like acid rain hissing as it strikes the ground a high ringing somewhere in the distance in this empty office stage lights striking the tops of eyelashes in the right position - comforting and familiar, warm but the eyelashes tremble and it's all you can see, the only light in a dark room that could be stretching on forever, blinding light, burning and staying for hours after as you sit, waiting, waiting for sight waiting for sight to catch up (I still can't breathe)
#stars#space#asthma#mannerism
noah
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noah
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
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