not with dull edges
or even vibrant colors
but with a constant pull -
a craving
to breathe again,
to remember what it was
she didn't want to forget,
where just beyond her reach
was forever,
and it was enough
just to breathe again.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
not with dull edges
or even vibrant colors
but with a constant pull -
a craving
to breathe again,
to remember what it was
she didn't want to forget,
where just beyond her reach
was forever,
and it was enough
just to breathe again.
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