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Walgreens-brown


Is this heaven

my pulse is still here

one, two, thre, one, two, three

green and purple lines running around me

open, close, shrink, widen

I'm alive

I'm here

here with you

but I feel far from reality

it's so white around

and big

the light hurts my perception of reality

if I were to die here

I wouldn't feel anything

no fear, no blood

I'd bleed

velvet tears through your eyes of rubies

but I'd wish you'd see 

the sapphires, in me, next to you

 

 
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