the smell left in the air sucked the breath right out of my lungs. blankets stacked so high makes me wonder if they partook. the question of death? the manifest fears all rolled into one. let's smell them but only as a connoisseur. let's see each line cross the other one in the form of ghost signals, each one a link straight from the heart. they're each going to converge before they submerge, as the light from each sad silhouette paints itself to the next one like a domino reaction and we're left with black.
i felt your presence in the air so dear. don't give me up and i won't stop the stance. i'll remain where i longed to be, in the midst of it. don't bleed us dry! the smell left on my pillow resolves and resounds the single stop. i never want to forget, let me wrap my arms around your back and hold you close as long as i can
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