house of flesh, death follows their feet.
*i slept on ice, so that i wouldn't move towards you*
there are these moments we can identify when we should have been
more receptive. to relinquish the guard. but we are what we are, and,
*i slept on ice, so that i wouldn't move towards you*
do you remember when you were intrigued to meet w family.
when you weren't fully integrated into theirs. and, now
you don't even remember that i met a flower in your
company and i made a little seed out of your stare
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