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A sick taste settles in the back of my throat,

   Pronouncing itself like bitter mucus,

And my heart aches,

   A dull throbbing hurt.

 

Boom-boom.

Boom-boom.

 

Life hangs in the air a fragile balance,

   Between remembrance and mortality,

The push of the tide coming in,

   The inevitability of it pulling back out,

 

Suuuhhhh-Ooommmm

Suhhhhhh-Ooommmm

 

Phase fourth dimension,

   Has chronicled itself,

Rupturing the seam of the present,

   Extending history as replacement,

 

Light, blink,

Dark, blink, blink,

 

And tomorrow feels like yesterday,

   Even though eternity exists today,

Blue blood coursing through my veins,

   Waiting to bruise purple then black.

 

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So dark and ending like a dead end. The opening two line sets the stage of a real coming cold death, but the two lines "rupturing the seam of the present, extending history as a replacement...fuck me wildly, what two incredible lines. I melt into...

So dark and ending like a dead end. The opening two line sets the stage of a real coming cold death, but the two lines "rupturing the seam of the present, extending history as a replacement...fuck me wildly, what two incredible lines. I melt into rubble just contenplating this. GREAT WORK.

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Vangoman
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Thanks Van Everything around me seems to be changing... rapidly and without breath for explanation...

wickedwahine_69
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I agree with Vangoman. Solid work.

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