your words trace the corners of my mind like your tongue did the border of my lips when i held you closest. the fears turned into exaltation's of praise, hoping that truth would be poured upon our life as if a burst of fire from a dragons mouth scorching the last of many victims. you can feel sandpaper under your fingernails, as well as the armada of smiles that reside upon faces like stars splashed into the large black sky. dreary is the only way to explain what he could possibly be feeling. But based on his expression's he is on a whole different level. days turn to years, and minutes into nanoseconds.
Time is slipping away and you can not even begin to beguile yourself into knowing these things.
this is our life.
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