You've forgotten the brittle leaves and the rose sky and the shine in my smile and heart and strength. Your window-like eyes glanced over my chapped lips with raised brows and a ghost of a thought. Your silent screams didn't shake me like they did when I thought kindness was real. The melody of your whispered heartbeats didn't loosen my grip around your airways when you laid by your grave. Your skin told a story of men in black and the sun as a red explosion in the middle of the opaque sky.
Your blood makes it so much easier. Broken blue clashed with fiery brown before sparks of silver and white took our visions away with life and a hurricane of decisions and shattered tea cups, with love and happiness ingrained at the very edge of the bottom.
Your blood makes it so much easier. Broken blue clashed with fiery brown before sparks of silver and white took our visions away with life and a hurricane of decisions and shattered tea cups, with love and happiness ingrained at the very edge of the bottom.
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