Monday, November 5, 2012

When Air Ignites Fire

Please...
could you swallow the sword you placed in my back?
Could you stop squeezing my heart,
it hurts.
You have it,
I promise.
I know your grip is hard to hold,
believe me,
I know you're getting tired.
It's okay,
you'll still feel every beat without every finger.

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