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The thread that sews us close,
Weave your arms in mine.
Braiding memories in the cloth,
Cut along these lines.
And I don’t blame you if you feel,
You can’t breathe at all.
These walls move closer,
Filled with wool and plaster.
Silent shapes fill the hours,
Days move into years.
Fingers frozen near our hearts,
Pointing out our fear.
And here’s a shelf for all your ribbons on the wall.
They steal our laughter in the false hereafter.
Will this be our only chance,
To make it all feel good?
We lay naked in the branches,
Of this home we built.
And I don’t blame you if you feel,
You can’t breathe at all.
These walls move closer,
Filled with wool and plaster.
Silent shapes fill the hours,
Days move into years.
Fingers frozen near our hearts,
Pointing out our fear.
Little fortress we have laid in our sorrow.
This forced tradition beating horses beaten.
In this race who will win,
If we all dropped out?
Broken hearts are woven,
Into what we have forgot.
I don’t blame you if you feel,
You can’t breathe at all.
These walls move closer,
Filled with wool and plaster.
Silent shapes fill the hours,
Days move into years
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