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cold hands 

rivers of tears 

streaming down 

of those oceans blue 

ashes of burning hearts 

everything i ever dreamt of

slipping out of my fingertips 

feelings all around to hunt 

still heaviness is my hub

mind full of blames 

heart full of doubts 

a high hill up to climb 

too tired to reach 

yet too up to look down 

in the middle i stuck 

sounds of breaths rise up

for both sides to hear

up the hill to dance 

down singing for grief 

a chest aching 

fighting to jump out

"it's been so tight here"

he whispers every night 

thoughts dancing inside

on a high pitched weeping symphony 

of mine

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zoom out 

here she stands around 

idéal et ne plus ultra 

fine art is what tongues utter 

a mixture of everything you're familiar with 

yet still know nothing about

everything you are 

and what never cross your mind

a golden bucket filled out 

that you'd certainly want to get drown inside.