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My soul hinges on these moments
A breath shared
A heartbeat discovered.
We're so much closer to death.
So simple, we,
Who discover meaning in the changing tides,
When our bones may never know air
And the day passes as if
It will come again.
Our eyes are closed,
Mouths sown shut,
Tongues searching.
For what?
We may never know.

We are all a lost generation.

2.4.2008 / 12.48 am