How can I believe in the earth
When it's being here
That makes everything worse,
I find myself praying
To a God I don't believe in,
Asking to not be in the body
That he deemed fit.
I used to see her in my dreams,
Staring at me
Her tears turning into streams.
Then I saw her in the mirror,
Floating and fading,
Only present when I'm with her.
I stay
Drunk and high
So that I can say
Goodbye
To the floating ghost
Staring at me through my reflection.
Pushing away the thought
That she is a
Disconnection
Of me.-b.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
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