sharp knives
Running off a mountain
Just to feel the wind
In between these
Arms
A place where you
Used to hide
Now an empty ocean
No one knows where to
Lie anymore
I used to take the words
I used to take the pain
But finally my eyes
And I couldn’t find
My breath
With a needle to my
Head
A gun to the ground
Hold my heart up
And set fire
To the holes in
My head
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