بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
don't need to breathe anymore,
you can take
my breath
away,
and when my pulse
starts
to fade,
compressions of the chest
and
mouth to mouth
await.
what is control?
that fabled thing
that i've never known?
to one who submitted,
stopped thinking he knew
what route for him was best
or how his Future
might come true,
control is almost a myth,
woven into our test.
this is no
5th of november,
there's no treasons or plots,
no things untoward
or unheavenly begot,
just one wish unuttered in life
that wound its path
into mine.
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