I don't have time to cry
I didn't before
and I don't now
I'm sure
but then I made time
I gave the green light to signs
I asked with open eyes for cerulean skies
one after the other, gunshots
asking me, peeling me
warning me
breathing me
killing me
why so softly
because, you see,
the sound
smothered
so covered in the negligence
my lack of reticence
something I
may never
know
open
eyes
cerulean
skies
tricks, lies
comfort in nothing
I fight
with wild, delicious, instinctual will
because I just might
every last one of you
all fall down
are you on the ground?
what's the new up
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