my heart is the last thing
on a list i am making
on a breath that i'm taking
and sighing
my hands are uncovering
something i'm hiding
i'm slowly now, flying
inciting a riot
loose ends that don't tie
they're not mine
they are dying
now i
put every
word
note
depth
song
look
stare
flutter
long
skin
scent
dizzy
sigh
truth
wild
real
eyes
in a box
that locks..
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