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This being what it is - judging by the turn your lips took -
We should call it by its first name
We should dare to look it in the eyes
There's nothing we can do about it
I cannot make out the shape your fingertips are tracing on my back
What are you trying to say?
And is there a reward for finding out?
You're here on my tongue
I would rather die than spit you out
We built something to house our hearts
I can see you standing at the site
Pulling at a hangnail
Marvelling at the scale of the collapse
Nothing on the map exists
We'd better navigate without our eyes
Nothing doesn't count as action
Even striking blindly qualifies
You're here on my tongue
I would rather die than spit you out