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of 11:11s

when the hands slide to eleven i make a wish upon 11:11, make a wish that i'll be here to wish on more 11:11s. you and i, we waltz across my shut eyelids, spinning, spinning, spinning into forevers and always, and promises. you and i, we fall on my lips like a fervent prayer. you're brighter and more reverent than all the dieties i don't put my faith in. for a moment every night i chant your name like a incantation, my words slipping out at miles per minute, tumbling and crashing like the waves of my love lapping up at the beach that is you. for a minute every night i see you and i, and god knows the world shatters with the first crack of my eyelids when the fleeting fantasies of mine shatter like my heart, fissures running like networks through my mind, dissolving all my sense. for the hours later, twenty four to be exact, i see the world in static black and white, before the night dawns and the world swirls into lies addicting as pink lemonade and the thought of you.

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a/n: old piece for writer's circle asdfhp i'll try to edit it asap :(