We forge - in the velvety night chill,
garbage trucks rumbling, our rickety house
shuddering with the wind -
a fragility, breath snorting as we cry.
The body remembers,
you say. We clutch, hold on.
The body remembers even if I don't.
garbage trucks rumbling, our rickety house
shuddering with the wind -
a fragility, breath snorting as we cry.
The body remembers,
you say. We clutch, hold on.
The body remembers even if I don't.
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