thats all they want
they want you dead
if this boat doesnt reach shore let it be known that the world has corners
sharp enough to fall off from, and spark the lie
ignite my insides and make way for the coming white days
there are no retreats or surrenders let the whiskey burn holes in our stomachs
so the bird in me can fly and lay nests in the clouds
for there are enough holes in this earth to fall through and there is enough wind for you to swallow me in. i give you myself to live. i ask for nothing in return.
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