in the veins of the ultraviolet light,
the phosphor is starting a fire
shooting up in the iodine;
its turning on
rupture the wall around my heart
i feel so lost,
i've been shaking. you can't save me
(forget what the doctor said)
every bird in mid-flight is calling out your name
before it hits the window and it sings the rapture
without a second opinion
the
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