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we are heaven-waste (unmoored, opaque) / a captive-call, a too-late mayday (we're going down).
you say we're dying like the trees, but maybe we're just losing our leaves. so give me your heart, give me your eyes, give me your arms, still colder than forever. i'll give you my lungs: watch how they fail! watch me exhale, watch as i fall.
o to move how you do when you pray.
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and i fade at your touch, at your face.
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FILTH TEACHES FILTH /
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labios cerrados y tumbas abiertas, devorando el dolor de tu silencio. still our hearts ache from waiting; still we carry your flag.
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HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE Boston, Massachusetts
the ending of the words was almsivi // boston emoviolence
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