you are yours


we are crouched in the confines of ourselves
trying to scream through the metal throat

there are boots on necks
there are needles in arms

we were once gliding between stars
light notions, frozen glacial pictures

now we are developed
hung in red rooms

blue light, red light
you seem so far away

i am a mine collapse
you are yours

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