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my hollow chest sings to the empty spaces you hurt me still, i am a beating heart that thinks you’re a work of art ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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i sing a song filling all the spaces in between of nothing and everything with fireflies and fire and ice no space, nothing in between ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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my mouth, a black hole where nothing escapes and my eyes, a white hole where everything escapes because you took the ability of escaping and not escaping and existing while not existing every contradiction becomes one you escaped; i couldn't ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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i am nothing but a beating heart my head, decapitated i am unconscious: unalive but also undead feeling both at once when did breathing become a difficult chore? (since i lost my head my lips have forgotten to kiss the way you liked it) ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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the stars in the clear sky sing me a song soughing them in my ears we’re star-crossed ©2017 Quiyet Brul

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the song echoes in the universe: i finally felt i belonged… (again) that i take up some space while taking up no space at the same time because have you ever thought how big space is? ©2017 Quiyet Brul

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the warmth she produces when we touch ignites a heat of a thousand fires ©2017 Quiyet Brul