Thread careful, open up your stinging eyes and breathe again
Your lips are freezing, a chilling breeze has caught, contained your damn near everything – battled to the barely beating core of your once so flagrant being
These times do tend to align the very nature of your sentimental fixture – the higher your heady fall the tighter these words do tend to write themselves into sorry and unbreakable line
You hold the only known scripture, to mix ‘n’ match, intricately hatch a manner from out beneath, we see the bubbles bounce to breathe
When you carefully place your trembling feet right by the thirst-ridden surface

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