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Thursday, April 24, 2014

a very still breath
flashes of color from shifting eyes
two not at their very best
whispers that melt into lies
wandering hands, nothing to hold
a frosted spark
misunderstood intentions
pull light from this dark
luminescent intervention
scraping the bottom, empty we find
let’s move this mountain
it’s become too high to scale
drowning in this ocean
we’re destined to fail

but I want to explode still
oh, I wanna feel again
I wanna feel again

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