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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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a song carelessly sung of how you’re both pleasure and pain as if my head is torn off powerless to think clearly as if a thousand fires ignite when we touch, unable to put out as if your tingling icy breaths freeze the time ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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we are binary stars orbiting around each other ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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before anything else you need to know that i wrote this for you for you and only you–– they will not get it; you are these words ©2017, Quiyet Brul

drought

i miss you the way summer misses rain a desert in drought still waiting sparsely halting a vast land begging for you to come © 2017, Quiyet Brul