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If the wolves don’t whistle are you dead? When the lambs stop looking you get scared. Are you scared? If it’s the eyes that you want, when they drop to the floor like the death blankets of Autumn does every surplus tissue wonder off, leaving your thoughts? I still remember how it felt being part of every rhythm that you kept. The air that would rush into these lungs was laced with all my favourite poisons, and every alveoli’s caressed like a thousand lips at the nape of my neck. Every now and then the breeze brings your name like an anchor to my feet. Despite what you’ve done, I pray you come to no harm, love. I couldn’t decide which elements we were most alike, I took up every bond that was free, and I was content but not complete. You are still in each and every rhythm that I keep.

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