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trying to get the soul to breathe
with drastic measures

smoke of memories and distant echoes of foreign lives stumble up my organs and wrecks my throat on their way out

i can't bear memories
can't bear thought

cant bear the fragile smell of spring leaves gently grasping my cheeks

the awaken sky
feet against newly-wet rained-upon streets
the concrete against my toes
the reckoning of summer nights

i'm alive.
i'm reaching my hands towards a memory of hundreds of years
my heart that has walked through these woods an eternity

there must have been life

before.

the soul feels old, like has there grown dust on its edges

i'm terrified
of what autumn might bring.

these hands, the tender touching of these fingertips.

i'm trying to fixate a soul that wants to fly like a crow to the grey sky
never being able to be put together

like is there a surface between my face and reality
forever missing
forever silent
forever gone.