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Blueless
Grey skies
And days of it too
Like a soaked through rag
Draped over my open
Mouth
Riding on the wings of a sunken thing
I am hovering just above my chest
This blueless sky
I think it is in my veins now
My mind now
My soul
Either i swallowed it
Or it swallowed me
My thoughts prove my existance
My blood my veins
My dreams my soul
And my ribs prove something
