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will i take you back maybe when you’re on the ground crying begging kneeling to the stars to spark one more time maybe when you’re on the bed crying begging howling to the moon so the sun can rise up sooner maybe when i sing i have to go maybe when you beg the way …

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i need to hear your voice; there is no sound in space ©2017, Quiyet Brul  

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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