.Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes weâre walking. I donât ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen until the point of forgetting where Iâm from. But sometimes the dead canât forget like young lovers. We were left to dread the days of mouths .
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