the elegance of common thought
an exhalation
glacial in its imperative whisper
commanding silence
breaking dawns
betrayal breathes a shard
glass-bright and piercing
some words
relating to blood flow
temperatures of caring
temperant and cooling
the alchemical resistance of a coded sigh
no breath
to refuse the instance
in a gasp suppressed
your intention surpassed
a dim view of receding lines
collapsed outside the window
some sort of pardon for a failing glance.














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I'm not real yet but I'll keep trying 'till Pinocchio's a real boy.
Death: "I'm dead and still dying it's not fair so I'm taking you all with me!"
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