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"Please don't die," the white birds sing.
You're so red.
The molecules are all around you, in your eyelashes and all inside your head.
In your lungs there was a word you could never say.
A word so perfect, it had never been spoken in any known language.
Hereitisagainforgettingdeletion.
You never spoke so senslessly.
We were the only Heartbeasts alive back then.
Now it's only us to keep our own company.
"Our children need to see you, so don't die, please."
Asking an unknown person, "What happened to all your hair?"
"i've always had this haircut - do i know you?" he says-and-asks.
We navigated through the crowd, somehow, and i reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly.
i was afraid then.
You cannot take their thoughts away from them.
(Someday.)
You're momentarily alive.
The moon hides behind the sky that is creeping up on us.
So i hold his hand tighter.
"When this is the end, will i still be here?" he begs.
For an answer, i tell him yes, even though i don't really know.
"Where are you all spilling from?" i scream.
Or at least want to.
Dance.
Smaller girls.
In boxes.
With music.
And swans.
(When you're sleeping at night, i'll still be here.
Awake.)
Just skipping notes, they're dancing with swans.
How can so many words swim together all at once?
You're like water.
8:37 PM
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