trampled, tenacious.
You advance like nausea, grieving.
You devour my time,
You pressure the ringing of distant bells.
You weigh down my heartbeat,
peel the blush off my skin.
But I ask you, let me hibernate in the stars.
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You approach in a rusty evening trampled, tenacious. You advance like nausea, grieving. You devour my time, You pressure the ringing of distant bells. You weigh down my heartbeat, peel the blush off my skin. But I ask you, let me hibernate in the stars. |