the sound had hands
i wish
were yours
a breath
inside a breath
still no walls
kept me
i became the room
of our aftermath
mischief in fabric
smells like you
in the sea
of spinning blues
your eyes weren't listening
to the song that
drowned me
i wish
were yours
a breath
inside a breath
still no walls
kept me
i became the room
of our aftermath
mischief in fabric
smells like you
in the sea
of spinning blues
your eyes weren't listening
to the song that
drowned me
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