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Suffocation in it’s purest form Breathlessness, gasping, gasping Nothing in return, nothing to hold, Blue lips and white space, Purple cheeks and white space Red, red eyes — white space Weak in the knees, Crumple, crumpling into abandon In that white space, in that suffocation, Shaking hands, making plans, cutting into that white space White space in it’s purest form.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
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Suffocation in it’s purest form Breathlessness, gasping, gasping Nothing in return, nothing to hold, Blue lips and white space, Purple cheeks and white space Red, red eyes — white space Weak in the knees, Crumple, crumpling into abandon In that white space, in that suffocation, Shaking hands, making plans, cutting into that white space White space in it’s purest form.
megan-lambert
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
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