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The Ancients

(These two are really old, like… 6 years or so)

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Dance on the razor’s edge
Flirt with danger
Beauty

Al in one breath
Feel me now
Flying through the cold

Liquid mercury
Lungs squeezed shut
Eyes spinning in reckless joy

Landing
Spinning
Gliding

Is it over?
I wait in hunger
For it again

Silence

Cry yourself to sleep
Cry yourself to sleep
Hush little child
Cry yourself to sleep
Dead
Gone
Spilt
Forget
Hush my dead baby
And cry yourself to sleep

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