Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the
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satellites that call her name. It's as if the ocean swallowed the city
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lights that we fell in love with. Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the
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hands we held. This is beginning to get ugly, dear. You feed me to the
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lions. Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth. Now you feed
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me to the lions. How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees. How we
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reach for each other only to die alone. How we reach for the stars only to
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swim through the dead. How we strive to connect only to fall apart. Just
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between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms.
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Nothing We Say Leave This Room
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| The Bled |
