This year is a clear sky with a wind chill like the feel
of my heart
has been breaking ever since the beginning
it won’t stop falling wide open.
I cannot stop this falling wide open.
Every time I cry
every time i bust open these stones
i am trying to excavate some truth in this skin
this shiftable maze of vein
i drive down roads full of orchards and lakes
sing with my lungs at the top
scream out someones name that is not mine
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