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Breathable Heavens
Green blades tickle their hands,
Ethreal light soothes her face.
Her giggle makes this immaculate.
A memory so precrious;yet sobreakable.
Skeletal bruises elongate her face,
this transition of transitory power,
So apparent, yet left so tongueless.
Purity no longer flirts in her eyes.
Pursed, her lips no longer open,
The lifeless tone left so pale.
The silver blades tickle her hands,
Ethreal light now soothes her face.
Intoxication of disorienting nature,
Under blackness kissed with light.
She's squeezed into her final shape,
To be a part of the heavens tonight.