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last living breath

  • louderman
  • Aug 15, 2017
  • 1 min read

i'm afraid you're going to have to sweep up my tears, my last living breath went down a storm. The celebrations went well into the morning and as I checked out of the hotel a child was born. You were more alive then I was, that's why I wanted to hurt you. Now I only plunder through the dark, tempted by the idea of resurrection, prevented by jealous dimming stars.

 
 
 

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