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Get up

You don't sleep so much now
with a wing flapping off your back
and a sweetheart hanging off your ribs
 
And you dream like I'm dead
 
Even with aurora borealis swimming in the sky
reflecting sunshine that's on its way back to you
your heart still pumps smooth as a balloon filled with soot
 
I watch trifles plant themselves  
like the insult of wild freezing rain
and when you curl up
cold under your safest dune
your left side feels the pulse that means 
existentially, you are
 
I know you wish your hands warm
that you will choke 
before they see glassy eyes
 
 
 
I am not dead
Written by Jestalessa
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