I Still Dream (Part I)-FALLING CYCLE

If I decide to swallow your back to the back of my throat. Will you watch me choke? Hold it in so my lungs collapse. My dreams will blanket my heart. I’ll find our ocean. I’ll find our sleeping sunrise. I still cry. I still dream. The wayward stars will guide my hands. My fingers outstretched to our lonely constellation. Only a warm breeze and collapsing sands to catch my falling figure. No eloquence can be found in these parting words I pray your ears shall find. You are beautiful. And I am alone. [[Category:Falling Cycle]]

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