we were running in the woods free as the wind when the iron cage came down and we were left with nothing but soundless words. the sweat on your lips tranfers to my hips and i become aware that i cannot resist this. coughing up a lung as the innocent child is hung, i become comfortably numb to sound of silence and then find that ive come undone.
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