Atmosphere

I lye on the concrete

Corpse pose

Giving all heat into the sky

Becoming a cloud

Floating, floating up by transcending the night

My lonely bones

Chain smoking and stargazing into the friction that has combusted into a sparkling pigment

Breathing the fire of creation of another atmosphere over your beautiful mind

The thought of a heavenly cloud of what he may be to his body

Delicate skies dancing into a new horizon

Smitten as the stars fall, perfecting pixie dust

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