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I can feel my bones exhaust my daily strains.
My heart uncomfortable, a creature in my ribcage.
It flutters when I seek warmth, and it stings when I ignore its demands.
I can feel my eyes, heavy under the blinding sun,
weighing down the fatigue my body gave off.
I could feel every word spoken to me,
drift into my ears and slip out the other ear,
leaving me a bit stained of comments,
but the meaning behind it disappeared as quick as it had come.
My lungs would fill with scent of fresh and I felt the air brush my flesh.
I often whispered words that didn’t make quite sense,
and I wrote words that I didn’t even get.
It was the thought of sitting, that had me wondering,
why I never got up and start wandering.
I rubbed my fingers together feeling each line of skin that made me.
I tapped my feet against the floor, hearing each beat that had me at footing.
I could close my eyes and imagine what it would be like
if I had to become a shadow under sunlight,
doomed to fade
- Title: Being Strange
- Artist: tiredd
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- Date: 07/10/2011
- Tags: being strange
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