Little tiny steel moments flutter through out stretched fingers.
Silvery in the nothing light.
Walk along your dark, grey stone hallways.
Smooth air, cool, quiet, over head, underfoot.
Velveteen Purple all around.
Bare feet.
Feel my sadness, like a piece of raw liver.
What am I doing? Lying here, breathing in the blackness.
Breath in, breath in the blackness.
Let the blackness fill your lungs.
Mmmmm...
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