Meet Me at the Top of Mount Doom (Mania)

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He is composed of tiny fragments of light

the way sunshine sneaks around tree branches

makes patches on the forest floor and

Hey there, I love you again, and

You want to ice skate but

the lake hasn't quite frozen over yet

The sky is ominous, full lips of a cloud

kiss freezing rain down on me, cleanse me

it's like when you get your eyes dilated at the eye doctor's

and they tell you to keep those sunglasses on

or else the lights will be too bright.

Fuzzy shapes and black tears,

how I remember you is sitting on my couch and

swinging down

Trapeze artists and monkeys and skydivers

have never felt the elation and fear that I felt

Coming to land on your chest

between the wings of your ribcage

I used to brush the tip of my nose

against the inside of your neck when I hugged you

Your skin was cold, pink, silk

I imagine standing at a crossroads in the forest,

you stand before one path, arms raised, looking up

It begins to snow

The trees are so green, it's summer

and the snowflakes are refreshing

It turns to sleet as you look at me

I want to dive into you and fling

my weighted arms around your fragile torso

Hug you like crushing me to pieces

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 10, 2016 ⏰

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