too many nights i contemplated
when she must have died
and if her hair had still draped past her chest
shielding her heart behind brunette curls
or if she tried to stop them
from stripping it away
shattering it outside in the parking lot
or had she been my same
handing it over in the soft blue
head down
eyes closed
arms extended like a surrenderer
expending my final thoughts
pretending i knew the colors i saw
when i watched behind my eyelids
"that needs to be what black holes and heaven look like"
i told myself.
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wow.
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this is empathetic
the lines
handing it over in the soft blue
head down
really struck me.
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this
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Amazing.
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the applause faces are too happy for this.
and I think if I dwell on the last two lines too much I'll cry.
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no words.
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damn.
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Wow.
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