Fringe

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Into stilled breathing, and she's sinking in the fringe.

Bones speak in shakes and the heart mutters, eyes alert with a click awake.

And fingers vibrate humming patience.

Mumbling steadfastly, listen.

Wake up with lungs that the air hits like falling on pavement.

With a second guess, she's drowning in a trembling quake.


Authors Notes: Thank you immensely for reading and I hope you are all having a lovely weekend. Good bye fellow writers and readers alike~ 

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