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I try so hard
only to fall down again
hitting every stair on the way down.

They say blood is thicker than water.
I beg to differ.
Gasoline is definitely thicker
and lights much easier.

silver

we are, silver
our bond, hidden
beneath half-smiles and half-lies
truth revealed only out of necessity
and perhaps love.
we are the quiet sufferers
will we leave our warm, comfortable dens
for the coldness that we knows awaits.
we know who we are.