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inhale and it gets so dark, when did night stop being stars and moon and lightning bugs and become only black?
exhale and it’s light again, thunder rolls a second later water runs along the ground and cuts great shapes around your feet
inhale sometimes when it’s quiet, all you hear are people shouting flames and noise and all you see is red and real and fades to night
exhale out the streams of steam that carry all you are and dream of lying back on satin sheets succumbing to what should’ve been your life
his hands are all that lies between these screaming nights these waking dreams
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