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there’s a softness to the drumming of a breath the halting of the chest at the top of an inhalation the release that follows shortly after there’s a loudness to the crying of a soul darkness exudes at journey’s end or is it the other way around? still, heaven falls at every whisper of your name no matter how sharp or faint and while ashes rise and rise, I sigh until the last, the very last complaint
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
release
there’s a softness to the drumming of a breath the halting of the chest at the top of an inhalation the release that follows shortly after there’s a loudness to the crying of a soul darkness exudes at journey’s end or is it the other way around? still, heaven falls at every whisper of your name no matter how sharp or faint and while ashes rise and rise, I sigh until the last, the very last complaint
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
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