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silence hears my breath enter an atmosphere,
as i watch it with fire in brown eyes,
collapse under the catastrophe
of ceilings falling.. just as i take my first step forward.
the breeze of its beautiful blow,
finds ash and amber upon legs
all too eager to encourage the walk around,
and through.
the sensation inside the knowledge,
of knowing it was all there in peace
before i became relevant in space
discourages illusions of white gowns
and my name as a saint.
i am nothing of a saint.
as i watch it with fire in brown eyes,
collapse under the catastrophe
of ceilings falling.. just as i take my first step forward.
the breeze of its beautiful blow,
finds ash and amber upon legs
all too eager to encourage the walk around,
and through.
the sensation inside the knowledge,
of knowing it was all there in peace
before i became relevant in space
discourages illusions of white gowns
and my name as a saint.
i am nothing of a saint.