...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

...And it turns out
Instead of blood
You’ve got love songs travel’n through your veins

What I found
Were all the words you ever sang
Tapped into the bones of your rib cage
And I wept when I heard deep beneath your chest
Beat not one
But all the hearts
Of all the friends that you loved best...

--"Laying Down the Gun" (Hope for Agoldensummer)



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