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Choking.
on cloud dense claustrophobia,
Gazing.
the empyreal sky remorseless
My temptations!
humble heavens to dust
Rusted sweat drips.
in
harmony with
my acetone tongue kiss
and your eyes, they shift
The gaze that should lift
was a let
down
and was left hanging ‘round
in my own slack-jawed exhaustion
and I've found
peace
in
not
knowing
you.