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SameStripes

i feel your absence and i burn.
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i'm so far away

i sometimes wonder if you'd miss me when i die. i've known you all my life and you've always been a sad man, but i never knew why. i imagine you had a girlfriend once, back when you were young, and when the sun set the only thing that glittered brighter than the glassy surface of the common pond was the hope in your heart. i don't think you'll recognise me when i'm not on my back with my legs spread, wider than the jaws of an old man who has died with his mouth open. i imagine you at my funeral, your dry, wasted eyes, the lonely cigarette in your mouth, your clenched fists, so tight that your knuckles shine as white as your hair. my coffin

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i'm so far away

i sometimes wonder if you'd miss me when i die. i've known you all my life and you've always been a sad man, but i never knew why. i imagine you had a girlfriend once, back when you were young, and when the sun set the only thing that glittered brighter than the glassy surface of the common pond was the hope in your heart. i don't think you'll recognise me when i'm not on my back with my legs spread, wider than the jaws of an old man who has died with his mouth open. i imagine you at my funeral, your dry, wasted eyes, the lonely cigarette in your mouth, your clenched fists, so tight that your knuckles shine as white as your hair. my coffin

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Please Don't Leave Me Hanging

My heart is hanging from my mouth on a quivering gold thread and in your hands are the only pair of scissors in the world that can cut it. The wings are stiff and cobwebbed from disuse; the only thing keeping my heart in one piece is the thread, running through the centre like a spine. One snip of slim metallic legs and I'm dust, running through your fingers, surfing on the wind and hiding in your hair, powdered hands cradling your head as you dream. I'll grip onto your breath, white-knuckled, and rest in the hammocks of your lungs. That way I'll be a part of you always, since there is no place for me in your heart. "Cut it." "But you'll d

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