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I've tasted the bitterest fruit I could find no, this world isn't drying out beneath us that's just what I've been told to say all this time But ..

What is this feeling that takes me by the wrist, That pulls me to the ground where I can see the stars the best? It's pulling me so close that I ca..

On the sunniest days I know it's you calling but I am so afraid of the night I am curled up so tight with all the other stones cracked beside th..

Oh how the darkness crept and folded over the light in my eyes and left only a sweetness so smiling it ate through my teeth And I was a darkened ..

There was breath in my lungs as there was breath in your fingertips your nails against my walls, pushing and pulling The music from your box stic..

I am not quite the same as I used to be and into this notion I press everything I hope for because I am tired of my hopes sticking to my fingerti..

We are blistered hearts shuddering from the friction and no matter how hard we break our cheeks to grin we are still wearing thin So lick your ..

We're kicking through this wooden wall to get what we deserve And though our knees are busting our feet bleeding our bones breaking we keep..

Breathe for nothing Breathe for breadth The steady cycle The steady tick Expanding, condensing and expanding again How prou..

There is an architectural growth welling up within our tissue and membranes forming from the most basic of our fibres the buildup making it difficu..