A passing sedan truth serum sublime trying to feel the sunshine
Through frosted windshields warmth escapes plasma
None were plastered just moments away from answers
I nudge for more so I can explore your conscious.
Because isn't it obvious the breaths between silence
Reverberates until it's obnoxious
The smell of sighs the blank stares stars in your hair line
Remind me of the times before sunrise
The long shifts to make you long her
The reactions are tombs of somber softer skin mirrors a pale pin
The ones you use to hold your hair back
To keep the snacks from going stale
The moment between impacts I'm just trying to relax
But the whip and the horns the dents the tears the torn
Threads being splintered whispers in the dead of winter
My one sister moving out the girls losing out
Communication breakdown night gowns late nights in towns
The anxiety still buries my eyelids flutter no photographs
No shutter open the lens pile up the prints no files to request
Bask in the sunset sense the moonlight get cold fainting
My mind on track.
Obsessed.
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