Smiling souls
Your head towards my chest
your hands resting curled
black fever over under fading
i think you're still breathing cold
unbrushed wet hair
underneath my cheek
wide open eyes still staring
those same bright flickered spots
there is a white smile
outside of those curtains
shiny pieces of dust breathing through
particles of chemicals, blood and soul
i can feel air trickle through you
starless nights move in
underneath my hair
in trembling fingertips
your head towards my chest
there is a sticky sleepless air
in you
in me
Words by Celeste
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Written on 2008-11-25 at 19:49
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