he always makes my hemispheres switch places by LeftRightBlackWhite, literature
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he always makes my hemispheres switch places
Words that never are read are quite pointless, aren't they?
You think so loudly, but say nothing and he has a
piece of paper where he writes down the
days when
he doesn't think about you
there's two of them so far, but then he thought "hey, i haven't
thought abour her all day!", so those two days barely count,
sadly
look at the abyss of feelings in front of your
feet, what you will find down there
i can not tell you
maybe the space between your fingers would shatter
because she's not there to fill them
maybe she would yet again
when you're born in a way that can't be fixed
you're never enough. for anything.
just close your eyes and leap
these hills wont stop us by LeftRightBlackWhite, literature
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these hills wont stop us
i'll give you both space and time
i'll give you Cassiopeia A and RW Cephei
and in this spacetime-continuum
i promise you
you can have my spine
tear it out
use it as a cane to get up
these hills
i'll give you Andromeda and
every particle ever observed
even the quarks
as long as you promise
that i can have your femur
and use it as a cane
to get up these hills
let's get up these hills together,
darling oh darling
run away with me, darling by LeftRightBlackWhite, literature
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run away with me, darling
when i read and write
my head always tilts to the
left
i first wondered if my left hemisphere
was bigger
and h
e
a
v
i
e
r.
but since i at 20 years age still
count on my fingers, i doubt it.
most likelt it's the oppos
misplaced in spacetime by LeftRightBlackWhite, literature
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misplaced in spacetime
for everyone to do what they please with
without skin, i will die. without skin, i can not breathe
the body is walking but the heart isn't responding
the creatures always spot me,
they always figure out where i am
it's probably my screaming hands that gives me away,
they're just trying to shout down my whispering walls
all this breaking of collarbones
i think that i was born in a way that just can't be fucking fixed
i can feel it all the way into my bones
when my tongue has death throes and when the breaths can't be taken
reality feels so far flung and i roll around in its dream-dust-remains