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One last time, for the crowd in the back rows.

I lay in the snow,
breathing in all the glitter of the world,
I forgot how insanely beautiful it is,
so I just lay there in the snow,

its cold and uncomfortable
and for a minute or two
I think about my dreams
in life and get lost in
how enormous they are

I smile, and the the perfect flakes
land on my perfect smile and
then melts in to the dark red
madness from a broken lip

I close my eyes, close my mouth,
close my surreality and I am close
to the brutality of the realization
that my heart is closing too.




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Publicerad 2013-02-23 12:02



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