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The walls of this strange place I call my room close around me.

My heart mimics the wings of a hummingbird.

My mind a crow.

My soul is a dead dove:

Rigid, motionless and empty.

My hand, shaking.

My thoughts, restless.

I'm dying of thirst from your oxygen in my lungs,

Your sweetness in my arms.

I wish I could sleep and never wake up

to stop missing you.

Because when you're a corpse, the tears stop falling.

And the walls that enclose you become your home.


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