words

heart throat cry

eyes knife fear freeze

skin air cloud falling

one two scuffle scream

eyes knife fear freeze

window seat low buildings

people smell dark blood

high victory cries

came the wall too fast

thunder darkness fire

the ground rings

the earth falls

we drift spin

into the new stream

and who are we now

real?

heart throat cry

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