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We heard bells and ran into
the forest
saving was for the weak and
we were shadows of Goliath
descendents of strong men
flowers of milk

We purged
We ate the roots of the trees and
swam naked in pools of stagnant water
our skin went red from the rays of stray sunbeams
they came to dance, for us
Children of a life untouched

We built a fire
just to watch the smoke rise up to heaven
the air was in rare form
we could almost see it move around us
And I showed you my teenage scars
you ran your hand lightly over all my secrets
you promised you would die first before you ever
hurt me

but reality says:

Promises are doomed from the moment of intent
from the very opening of our mouths before the
words slip out
We meant them
but they were never kept
It is just that way

descendents of imperfection
we don't know why
we don't know why we burn innocence
like compost

and we'll never get that time back
it rose off, like the smoke in the forest
And our eyes grew so very big that they
were compelled to close
and if I ever let you go,

it means I have opened them again
because the light doesn't hurt as bad as
the darkness of living without you