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awake, submersed in the blue of loss. sorry to tell dear i can't open my eyes underwater. hold my rusting form, bring me to the pedestal i once graced with callous frowns. move your lips, fill my mouth with the static of forgotten satellites. stretch my arms wide. lift my chest to the sun girl i can't hold the weight of the foundation. swarm after swarm. regret those days spent on old roads covered in dust. stretch my arms. guide me to the ejection seat.
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took a walk to catch the feathers floating down. nights like these sentiments go for the jugular. once crucial fingernail scars and old initials they last like oaths in stone. never kept a care for easy lips. but parting warm water from her weight, her warm weight, still linger on me, phantoms of stagnant desires. rolls in, rolls out. turn and face the rising tide blotting out the sun. i wait for these walks to not end being persued by a shallow retrospective image. pulls in, pulls out. washing over. forever. carrying away slowly, each particle of her into the burning pink and orange.
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terminate and scrap the overload. companion machine. lips and piston pumps. even the glorified are useless. scrap for the heap. fuel for the dawn of a new mechanism, the end of this city. blank rings, the girl was poor and alone. you exist in a blurry stupor, browning photographs worn in by machine days.