Your whisper has tied up truth beneath this damned spring, I hold what I can to leave it down and scorch seeds beneath this earth.
You hold your hand tangled to your spine.
Like the paper you hold to search for anything you can find.
Inside our heads. In my hands and in my skin, I will amount to everything
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