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I sing the song of wounds. Bake me the bread
Everyone tries to recover from a wound. Wind me
To make sense of the wind's dance. Wound around
The damned heart is a two-syllable word: The diphthong
To which a song makes a heart remember
Nights Lost
yet living, loving
But dead
Tell me now the baker's dance.
Everyone tries to recover from a wound. Wind me
To make sense of the wind's dance. Wound around
The damned heart is a two-syllable word: The diphthong
To which a song makes a heart remember
Nights Lost
yet living, loving
But dead
Tell me now the baker's dance.
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