stopping my heart means something like a love song played in reverse (an ache in prelude)
Tell me I'm loved
as if mapping out
the figure of a swan.
Within her parts,
there are daggers
and ellipses;
the kind that linger,
and hunger,
and hunt.
What would it be like to be a bird,
I wonder.
At the end of the day,
I'm a thousand miles away
and a breath apart.
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