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Imagine a single breath, left alone in a hollow chest. Grey seeping into white Color bleeding out like a pen, Violating the marrow of my bones. The blue-black of my veins, Lost against my feathery skin. The union of so many memories, Real and imagined. Black blazers shrouding me, with prayers and tears. Convinced in the everlasting, As much as I was for awakenings, I close my eyes (and dream).
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Love for a bloated machine
Imagine a single breath, left alone in a hollow chest. Grey seeping into white Color bleeding out like a pen, Violating the marrow of my bones. The blue-black of my veins, Lost against my feathery skin. The union of so many memories, Real and imagined. Black blazers shrouding me, with prayers and tears. Convinced in the everlasting, As much as I was for awakenings, I close my eyes (and dream).
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
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