It's a funny,
Oh and we struggle through layers of
Moth eaten, spider webbed memories
Feeling.
The days are growing shorter,
Bleeding and pausing in an uncontrollable manner.
Learn to touch me before I fall apart
Into a dust bin, out of the night sky
It's a funny feeling
Tangible horizon, peach coloured mistakes,
dreams,
what we make of the space between suns
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
