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Tell me black crow how hoes mending your broken wing? Does it hurt when you looks towards the sun? Does the ray melt the glue that has your wings held on? Does it hurt to face the north--look right into the sun? Wasting our time, it figures, we’re wasting our time. Right, father? We’re wasting our time.

Feet fall silent and rest in their best fashion. Goddamn, it hurts--the pain in my gut, the pain in my throat. Well these pains are just hands clenching my insides. Let it lie where it is. Let it be motionless. Let the dust collect, let the new wounds breathe. Let the dust collect, let the new wounds bleed. Just give it time. Some time to heal.

He surrounded himself in wicker chairs. So that no one would be able to touch him. When asked why he refused to move. He spilled out an undeniable truth. (He said) I can’t deny that in the end we’re all the same, we’re all the same. And as much as I wish it weren’t the case we’re all destined to live and die alone. Broken down somewhere and left in the cold. Clawing, pawing for another breath of air. I can’t deny all my hopes and let them drown.