we left each other in backwater to forget
the staircases you can never climb to my
room where i put on an armor so rusted in
your faulty vision that you hide from those
you come across for shame & fear of the
losing side of music & flame i run toward
the tunnels you speed through at dawn to
the blocks of sleepers born of your hatred
at the world your house it doesn't love you
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