Racing Glaciers - Talking About Space

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Looking out into you
Like the wind through static
You’re my foreign body wrapped in colour
Would you break down if you’re on your own?
Falling apart like a nice night, honey
Holding your own with no real reason
Touching your spine
Carving skin to mountains
Rising, falling, weathered down like a valley
Your shoulders align breaking through my sky
Your towers of love calling to my lost eyes
Your linen white cage won’t stop this healing
Soft hands on claws
You came so pure
Breaking
Soft hand, cold thoughts
I’ve feared it all
And you
Soft hands on claws
You came so pure
Breaking
Soft hand, cold thoughts
I fear it all
And you