Cool Glass

Oh, nowadays I pray for the sky to be gray.
The world fills me up like water in a glass, every
last bit touched by life.
There is a certain
adrenaline from laying your body down in cool air,
under deep blue sheets.
The breeze pushes me and the cold sinks me deeper.
The only kind of crumbling I’ll do.
Falling apart into the best kinds of pieces.

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