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Black tides roll over the beach as hearts collide with a black hole to create nothing inside of everything, reminds me of the way you breathe. Heavy with the toxins, my skin feels as if it is peeling off like the leaves that fall from the trees in autumn. The dead wind howls, I hear your heart but I am deafened by your voice crying out for someone to love. Watch the pendulum on the clock break the glass between the space of time, the echoes do not sound but the layers of scars will show.