Chapter Text
pointless as it rains
the fire burns anyways
smoke shaped chains
are one way to paraphrase
a stowaway is garbage usually thrown overboard. you've had experience with running and changing, but like any deer, you're eventually shot for your antlers and mounted on the wall.
after praying to a prophet you don't believe in, you beg to forget the optics who'd torn you apart with a single glance. with howling, gasping breaths, you demanded for your skull to be cracked open just enough so your memories could leak out into the stars.
you still see red whenever you close your eyes.
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pointless as it rains
the fire burns anyways
smoke shaped chains
are one way to paraphrase
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