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You Can't Trace The Wind With Your Finger
Wind. Flesh. Touch. Embrace
We sinned. We met. Now we're defaced.
Air. Bone. Sand. Silence.
I've never been known to hold compliance
Breath. Water. Loss. Ghost.
I was the one that you trusted the most.
Generic. Burning. Mundane. Revenge.
You watched as they injected the final syringe.
We sinned. We met. Now we're defaced.
Air. Bone. Sand. Silence.
I've never been known to hold compliance
Breath. Water. Loss. Ghost.
I was the one that you trusted the most.
Generic. Burning. Mundane. Revenge.
You watched as they injected the final syringe.
Published 23rd Jan 2018
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