We're doomed to kiss each other while we lay in bed discovering what it's like to eat lead and the sickness that can come from it. The radiator dries your mouth out. Oh my word you were a songbird but your songs were a canon that shoots buildings. What habitat will you live in? Well, I won't know because I won't see you. Take the skin from our hands. If Ethan stretched it across the river we would walk to our target. Our own desperate bodies.
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