house fire
the window shattered like ice it captured our breath in our chests you're telling giants secrets we didn't agree to share the mouths of ancestors are still craving for things they never had the stirring will return, only thing to be sure of we weathered our bones in the midst of a storm chirp of a dead battery sings us to sleep rest assured, prayers said smoke will get you before the burn
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