Daggers bearing notes, like the ink burning the skin.
Rewrite this fiction and tell the truth.
Show them the lights and the sounds.
The complete "Awe" that stuttered the earth.
As friction walks.
Most fear the fall, but it's the fear that catches me.
This is a miracle, this is the gift that keeps on giving.
We are living the dream. We are the dreams.
You're fighting to stay alive, when all you have to do is breathe.
I watched you crumble in the avalanche at which your heart stood upon.
But your heart is empty.
Be still, come closer. And walk with a thousand burning suns.
All buried in the sea of love.
And the anchor is towing us in.
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