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I used to trace your face in every face and yet could not place your face at all in my corporeal world i used to find pieces of you entwined in lyrics and in phrases the once clear photograph that turned mosaic was now a fragmented work of art and everyday rips you further apart then to meet the original article to see you with sight your voice auricular your fingers tangible in a fraction you converted from the surreal to the somatic you that breathed seemed exhausted and every gulp of oxygen seemed to rust your pipes the ones you galvanized in alcohol at night knowing it would increase the rate your organs would take to depreciate your zestful pipes were drained of color punctured perhaps by careless claws or by your own negligence and flaws you always loved to tease death and now you seem to prompt it "Life" was over you were passed "Survival" now it was "Endurance" a step away from "Existence" "you" that fueled my memories has now decayed so how is it that i still feel a faint pulse in that corner of my mind you still occupy?
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
Debris
I used to trace your face in every face and yet could not place your face at all in my corporeal world i used to find pieces of you entwined in lyrics and in phrases the once clear photograph that turned mosaic was now a fragmented work of art and everyday rips you further apart then to meet the original article to see you with sight your voice auricular your fingers tangible in a fraction you converted from the surreal to the somatic you that breathed seemed exhausted and every gulp of oxygen seemed to rust your pipes the ones you galvanized in alcohol at night knowing it would increase the rate your organs would take to depreciate your zestful pipes were drained of color punctured perhaps by careless claws or by your own negligence and flaws you always loved to tease death and now you seem to prompt it "Life" was over you were passed "Survival" now it was "Endurance" a step away from "Existence" "you" that fueled my memories has now decayed so how is it that i still feel a faint pulse in that corner of my mind you still occupy?
munch-gee
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munch-gee
Colombo
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
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