the light breaks
before my eyelids open
and I put it back together
grieving for the moon’s pure face
fill my lungs with oxygen
to remind me I am human
and disappear inside myself:
the hard light reveals
every bone of the city
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| Skeleton the light breaks before my eyelids open and I put it back together grieving for the moon’s pure face fill my lungs with oxygen to remind me I am human and disappear inside myself: the hard light reveals every bone of the city |
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