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birds hanging helpless
from tangled nets of twine.
I try to pull their traps away
but my fingers are bruised
by the cracks in your windshield,
the cracks in my ribs,
the crack in her lungs.
lemon scented dragon chasers,
burning white and smoky,
won't stop me.

I don't care.

just listen to my veins collapse
and feel the disappointment
stick in the back of your throat.
there's nothing you can do.
this isn't very good, but i can't sleep and i feel like i need to upload something.
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scripturiency's avatar
this is too very good. :heart: