there is probably a lot similar things to holding a knife with your teeth//a declaration

Sun, 11/04/2018 - 17:09 -- gahvee

I am chewing off my wings and putting them in a bowl for the morning. I am a vicious posture of body fluids.

I am president of all flying things and pockets full of sea shells.

I am the kind of person that would die from eating her hair too much. I am a jar full of bees, probably.  I am a reoccurring dream about falling out of moving vehicles. I am the sun in a position where it feels like it's whispering in your ear. I am some blood to settle into. I am yawn bound under a sky. I am a way to keep my hands with the lot of you. I am a life and death in the morning. I am the little right way to where you are. I am inside making room for sleep. I am the sudden urge to be able to see.

 

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