it's the fog that makes the candle seem so bright

be offended when i shy away from your breath on my translucent flesh

i'm slowly becoming fearless, but remaining silent

the quiet comes from somewhere else, now

i chew on my skin because it tastes like medicine

it's a long drive it's a longer walk it's sometimes snowing and sometimes raining and sometimes nothing

i'm falling over tired and always late

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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