Sangria

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The beats, the music
I want every part of me
to move,
to sway.
But I can't seem to 
stand on my feet. 
I feel heavy. 
Have I put on? 
Or is it the weight of the burdens
placed on me? 
Maybe I am the burden. 

My lips haven't touched a drink
and yet, I'm the most drunk in the room. 
Green, blue, violet
in a loop.
Am I falling asleep? 
Or falling into the abyss? 
All I know
is that it's pitch-black
at both ends. 

So, I keep my lids open.
I'd rather be in the light
that blinds me, 
than in the darkness
that kills me.




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  1. The Moon's BOYFRIEND August 30, 2023 at 11:57 AM

    The feeling to wanna move and the tensions that keep you from doing it, the dizziness it gives you. And about the love for being there...

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