trailing bits of heaven paper in nights sky
wind lifting up burning ashes
burns my eyes
cut my arm off from the outreach program
bleed a million years ahead.
letting you reach in
grab my flesh
cling to hope
too fast
you were never there
choking a million years this story told
failing to recognize me
and who i really am
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just something to make the words pretty
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