it felt, stumbled, it’s still breathing

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I’m unfocused . because of words left casually on paper

stabbed with little nothings

that change my sphere

here to witness chaos without no gun

dark lights pulsating in my veins . sticky liquid on a patched throat

collarbone patterns my fear

I’m unfocused . because of words left casually on paper

barely reaching my state

in the fog I regain warmth . on moonstones and daisies

yes, perhaps

waiting for the sun . until it lets me breathe

barely touching those words... shh, I’m in a haze but it will pass

I promise

12 fractured turns of stars and I’ll be there

just a breather, a slow thought

inhale baby , you’re home

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