Suffocation

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The Pixie Dust

Melodic laughs in tune to the heartbeat

Of a conversation complicated with the idea of sins

In the past and the future and all my time with him

I crave the attention of heart swelling asphyxiation. 

 

Strangle me with your promises

Make my breath escape my pulse

I'll be the stranger, alone in this room

Crowded with melodic laughs in tune.

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