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foxtongueI leave today, it makes me feel like the sound of rain on pavement. I wonder if I can hold onto this place. I wonder if when I step on the plane, I'll be able to breathe. I will sit next to a window and consider what options I had while I fly away from here. This was no vacation, this was touching flesh into gold. There was nothing unconquerable, my only pains were usual. Small situations that always start late at night. These streets have transmuted into a home. How did I fall so quickly? How did I let go?
Quietly now, come upstairs. Quietly now.
Every tapestry, when unwoven, will come down to one thread.
I miss you.
If I had the chance today, I would not hesitate to say yes before it was too late. My honour can stand up to life's offers of warmth now that I have vision and the capacity to give up my fighting. I have turned my back long enough, it's not crippling to pull your body into mine and ask you to tell me stories, it just feels like it.
Quietly now, come upstairs. Quietly now.
Every tapestry, when unwoven, will come down to one thread.
I miss you.
If I had the chance today, I would not hesitate to say yes before it was too late. My honour can stand up to life's offers of warmth now that I have vision and the capacity to give up my fighting. I have turned my back long enough, it's not crippling to pull your body into mine and ask you to tell me stories, it just feels like it.
