If I decide to swallow your words to the back of my throat will you watch me choke hold it in so my lungs collapse
my dreams will blanket my heart I'll find our ocean
I'll find our sleeping sunrise
I still cry
I still dream The wayward stars will guide my hands
my fingers outstretched to our lonely constellation Only a warm breeze and collapsing sands to catch my falling figure No eloquence can be found in these parting words I pray your ears shall find You are beautiful
and I am alone
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