#milkconcentrate

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Fog, and I’m clearing up

No sir, no sir, my heart still beats

No sir, so near we are.

I can smell the smoke, it glows blue and red and all shades of black

Like the sun, you hear me sing, a hymn, a depictual dance of death

Tie these ribbons around my fingers like a marionette and pull tight.

Pull me into the sky, let me drift. Let me drift.

I can see you, hear you speak kindly.

I speak coherently, and can still see you.

A diagonal line drawn between my eyes.

Take it away, my dear.

[milkconcentrate-blog1]

You are. I am not. Music through battered crumbling stone. A cry of harmony. You are null. I am not alive. You are forever as empty as the sky. And yet forever as full as the moon. Leave me, null. They are ripped apart. Good luck.