It's life like
waking up to the sky
drum pounding
to the fierce
flames of desire
unlike being committed
and told there is no escape.
that everything's lost because
of the facts they all live by
"you need to " stop looking at non rhyme as a fragmentation,
cliff hanger,
or falling petals set in the context of a conversation about time's inaccuracies.
We are a delicate spine snapped in two
A grace lost falling head first and a
Juliet who sees our death as temporary
I look up to you
not only when the wind picks you up
.
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