He walks in the room
Air reaches me
Skin becomes sheets covering me
He walks in the room
Air reaches me
Skin becomes sheets covering me
Fog carves a crack
Cuts open wounds
Veins made of steel feed all this cold
Your words are heavy
But they lack so much substance
To fall is the cure for vertigo
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