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The wind feels like waves of kisses, rolling off my skin.
The night surrendering to thoughts more sullen..
Making wishes upon passing airplanes,
All hope for happiness is insane.
If I close my eyes for a while, shit,
hold my breath til I can't swallow.
Humming bird escapes my grip,
Flirting with the Angel's trumpet.
The air is stale on the ground.
Fuck it, I'll...
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eyes52:
Very poetic Gorgeous
darkfader113:
I think this is today's antidepressant. Thank you for your art.