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In A Space Between
I live in a space between breaths,
where the aching wakes in the stillness,
and I lie in unwillingness to press against — what will it take for me to jump this exhausted ship and submit;
to step into the exhale
I am afraid of living more than I fear death — craven lungs, my atrophied soul thirsting for movement in these dusty bones;
my heart weeps, bereft,
echoing through the stone wall catacombs —
I don't want to call this place home anymore
© cracksfilledwithgold
where the aching wakes in the stillness,
and I lie in unwillingness to press against — what will it take for me to jump this exhausted ship and submit;
to step into the exhale
I am afraid of living more than I fear death — craven lungs, my atrophied soul thirsting for movement in these dusty bones;
my heart weeps, bereft,
echoing through the stone wall catacombs —
I don't want to call this place home anymore
© cracksfilledwithgold
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