Atriums

It’s as if each atrium of my heart has been lassoed
And hooked
To the corners of this room
A room described as endless and beautiful and indecisive

But a room that will tug until you’re feeling

Too much of the wrong things
In each and every compartment of red and blue Maybe we’ll never prove
That blue running through my veins
- It hides too deep under my skin 

 

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