.Hot stones, we skip town. from the heart a sigh end pound.
The illusion is these falls are safety.
"carried our lives this far what could it hurt?"
its well rehearsed.
(We slid outside the prison yard and vanished.)
As the chain gang sighs, and our hand work slow
I am the unwel.
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