My all-out abandon, the light stumbling. My fate is this way. I guard against everything. All wound up like a spring with gold filigrees, it escapes by other vents, a sudden missed heartbeat. The background of a midnight conversation. Little to me and you, small worried indignation. Remaining only mouths like Braille to the sighted, our words can't rest on them, the burden never lightened.
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