and while the skies above me dance.
i'm standing here on concrete edge.
looking over at horizontal edges keeping me up on toe height
eye contact
no fresh air, only heavy breathing filling your lungs.
ash tray
one day i'll be complete.
deep breath after unfulfilled gasp.
this air is stale, and i can't seem too find the moon anywhere.
she's lost in the clouds,
their blocking her radiation night beams distracting from
soft edges that melt the mind.
if i ask her for mercy.
my tender body on the earth floor asking for forgiveness.
begging her too just recycle my energy.
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