Atriums


It’s as if each atrium of my heart has been lassoed
And hooked
To the corners of this room
A room described as endless and beautiful and indecisive
But a room that will tug until you’re feeling
Too much of the wrong things
In each and every compartment of red and blue
Maybe we’ll never prove
That blue running through my veins
- It hides too deep under my skin

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