what it chases and why you think you'll die
how much can your bones hold
i feel newness in your peace
youth in our sudden lulls
you cut me up but i don't bleed
i'm neutral to your vulture tricks
and why you come in first, i don't know
but i close in on the swooping of your hands
slam your mind, slam your words
rolling windows up to speak
i want to know just how cold
just how cold this space can feel
but we breathe out only heat
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