tumultuous gray and lightning strikes screaming take me for granted
precious
precarious
grace
spit out long-winded addresses and about how we never got there
there was just too much going on
breathe in deep and exhale pure gravity
the signs are always written in an unknown language
and I translate it as such
my definitions are obviously flawed
we're four corners in prisons, in honeymoon suites
in solidified dreams labeled excess and
actual, real, honest-to-god happiness
I don't deserve it
you sure as hell don't
breathe in your gravity; hyperventilate on it
make my shoes out of cement and kiss me to the ground
because I've been floating
and apparently
I can't do that anymore
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