i'll chase it across your deserts far from the cringe and sway of every day that groans to get us closer til catching breath is but a matter of seizing heart and throat and lung and squeezing til we're run dry run off come fly with us.
my angel banschee fruitflies call no one needs to know the scamper of our torturing dream it'll be a while until we burst the door open to show up and show off our screaming quiet burst to bloom from our seemingly patient womb of a hope of a someday.
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far from the cringe and sway of
every day that groans
to get us closer
til catching breath
is but a matter of seizing
heart and throat and lung
and squeezing til we're run dry
run off
come fly with us.
my angel banschee fruitflies call
no one needs to know
the scamper of our torturing dream
it'll be a while until we burst
the door open
to show up and show off our screaming
quiet burst to bloom from our seemingly
patient womb of a hope
of a someday.
closer than close
my undoing
darling
wonder.
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