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They

They may have frozen fingers,

But inside they feel like a winner.

They feel their lungs full up with the universe.

Their legs burn and feel cursed.

The world at the edge of their tumb.

The world shout like it finally won.

We are the one.

We are number one.

Give me the realise of air.

Let me fly

If I fall to the ground I won't even cry.

Take your time, take your time.

Life doesn't wait.

Life doesn't rush.

I see their passion come forth with a blush.

Their stomach hurts,

And they want to scream.

Every word they read and heard feels like gasoline.

They want to ignite.

They want to see their work burn bright.

Brighter than the star swallowed up with city lights.

They wonder what a star's voice sounds like.

Light come up to them in a row.

A palace of words is behind them,

And they have to go.

Fair well, and save each breath.

Sometimes I don't know what's left.

Ufo,

U better Fucking gO.

You'll never know the life you've known.

I thank the satellites,

And the kiss on their cheek.

They are happy for ever time they are properly greet.

No more time is left here.

No more is left to question the queer.

They take me away as the light burns down.

You never thought me okay,

So how bought now?

The foreign takes my hand and leads me to a different place.

Come and find me,

I'm begging for a chace.

Waiting for you.

Waiting for you.

I am left to stand.

It slits my throat and boils in a pan.

Their ears POP as we breach the atmosphere.

There is no air to cloud up the picture here.

So here I wait.

The picture is clear.

I was born for outer space,

And wrongly raised here.

So here I wait.

Take your time,

I have no need of it anymore.

Watch me as I pack and close the door.

Watch me as I break all these city lights.

See as the they that's me comes to light.

I can wait,

But not for you.

You were too slow for all of my clues.

I wait to be ready,

I wait to be late.

Dont blame me, because I never ever wanted a date.

So here am I,

Waiting for a cat.

Here am I,

Looking at where the stars should be at.

I am at no lost.

I found my self just after you.

I hate your insistence that there is only two.

I hate that wet filthy sponge you call a tongue too.

Only if you had a clue.

They are me.

They hate you.

They are part of the universe,

And you're living in a shoe.

They had love to share,

But none that was you flavor.

Fuck you, have some bitterness to savor.

They are lost intentionally.

They have a have a map

They use to see you hiding behind bull shot.

They breath in the universe.