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Crack the window Find me in the left lung of the house's chest I close my eyes and let the sound of white wind trace the shells of my ears with it's smallest finger Ghosts sleep in the morning Electricity finds its rhythm in my veins and I start up again Angels wake with bed head in their best denim I pierce the bed skin to find feathers                                              wear metal wear silk wear flesh I paint time lines in a circle post them on the ceiling and sleep with one eye open I dream of feeling- shut inside believing perverse or the reverse
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
it's 2017 and we're babies again
Crack the window Find me in the left lung of the house's chest I close my eyes and let the sound of white wind trace the shells of my ears with it's smallest finger Ghosts sleep in the morning Electricity finds its rhythm in my veins and I start up again Angels wake with bed head in their best denim I pierce the bed skin to find feathers                                              wear metal wear silk wear flesh I paint time lines in a circle post them on the ceiling and sleep with one eye open I dream of feeling- shut inside believing perverse or the reverse
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
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