The flames we have left

Don’t you struggle to breathe with all that universe spilling out of your lungs?

There are days when the whole world is caught in your throat, aren’t there?

When all that you are leaves you

breathless.

You keep shedding suns,

don’t these tears burn your pillow?

Turn your bedroom into inferno.

Somewhere there is a universe and it spins and it breathes and it swallows suns and it gets closer to you.

Do you remember when that galaxy touched you, do you remember how it gasped, do you remember how those fires left.

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