Be honest with me now. These dreams
are teacups too delicate for the claws...

Over and over, I reach you:
through the winds, the drifting of snow...

Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...

I need to be more grateful; mother already
comments that I complain about the mundane...

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How can I hold wintertime as you...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...

You look lovely on a page -
peppered in ink and promise...

.
I am held...

I opened the gas
chambers, snuck you in past...

I lost myself
somewhere in you...

A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...