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Glass cracking beneath my feet Walking with our eyes closed
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Shadows drifting past my feet
Taking a breath each time I sigh
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Bare feet slipping on the floor Hands being torn apart
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Amber swirling in the wind
Particles you'll never catch
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Inhaling the notes amongst the wind The forlorn piano, covered in vines
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Wind rattling through the windows Stairways creaking, this beautiful house
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Whispers floating through your mind Always watching, wondering why
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Butterflies whispering past The night wind drawing them near
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Clouds washing over the grass
Puzzles piece parts of your skin
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Fragile glass slipping down our skin A remnant of beautiful fantasies
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Take my hand
Descend with me
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Metal reaching for my skin
A tempting moment of warmth
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Violins whispering across your smile
As the world slowly ebbs away
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Thickening air grasping you As time lays a frozen mass
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Poison slipping from your teeth
As the moon slices through your eyes
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The quiet creak of metal Shaped around that of beauty
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Grasping upon these thoughts
As the world continues to dance
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Mute screams circling As spirals of ash fall
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The wind catching in my hair As the stars begin to fall
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Shuddering existance against me
Hold me close tonight
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Midnight washing over your screams
This silent night embracing us
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Slip your hand upon the ice As our home slides away
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Wind cutting through the crowd As you stare at me with vacant eyes
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Your crystal heart the prize
As you sit upon this throne
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Whispers scratching your cheeks As the wind taunts you
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Whispers of leaves in the air As your eyes quietly go blank
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Snow filtering through the leaves As this ceiling begins to break
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Your eyes quietly numbing
As this ash settles
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The water slicing through the night As we stand here, mouths gaping
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For me, poetry is unplanned. I sometimes have ideas about doing this prompt, but generally they don't work out. Poetry is a spur of the moment thing or something I crave.
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Sweat sliding between my fingers As I clasp his jaws tight
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Midnight kissing your cheek As the dawn twists your hair
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Colliding memories vanishing Glancing towards the star ridden sky
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Paper flowers sitting upon my chest The fear of poison is ever so present
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Colliding memories vanishing As the night begins to grow cold
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