cells rusted from your chemistry.
heartspelt from the moment you left.
down the river we let ourselves out for the fishes to feed.
you've been too busy dying to do the living right.
A kite float without a string
names of null I'm wearing not but a dirty stone
living under reality rebellion
too keen to collapse
she's stretched all her time to death
a missile felt by the left side, shot in the right
we remember each other as children
feral sheep in wolves nests.
the thunder our music, rain as our muse
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