Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we're walking.
I don't ever think we can make it across this open sky alone.
My fingertips are frozen until the point of forgetting where I'm from.
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But sometimes the dead can't forget
Like young lovers.
We were left to dread the days of mouths to feed and no one to come save us.
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