i havent been told much, life time stutters
lungs bonded with words, hollow centers filled with dirt
dyes splintered aches, wild windows tore open
souls gathered eyes abandon, a warm fix
throats caved, luster tongues taste, our songs shake
hands trance trace vacancies
its inside, i do mind
theres nothing about it, the ghosts are safely dead
a lonely shelter towards nothing, you can let me in
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