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my side of the room is gloom and raw. guide me to the land where i can become whole. the blood is beginning to harden along my fingers. as my lungs collapse you pull me from the frozen halls of my mind. if the sun explodes and everything is red would you walk with me? i think of you often. we could lie together or go on an adventure. should i take my shoes off before we jump? the light is fading out. do you have anything you want to say before we do?