sky lays down his head, and loses himself
in a blanket of white, there is silence
but my eyes sting red, veins of blood in my head
I rested my body on the edge of a cliff to sleep
I had dreams, tremors shook me and I couldn't breathe
things like wire, things like cement
straighten out or dry up in the depths of my throat
I rested my limbs in a blanket of white
but death drove me out, and I couldn't breathe
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