sunday i wait for the lip to open. then i'll lose myself.
i live for the fall, for the shortest day. i want to rush
towards my death before anything more happens. lips close.
when they close, i'll be forgetful.

the longest day, a day of mourning.


.flesym esol ll'i neht .nepo ot pil eht rof tiaw i yadnus
hsur ot tnaw i .yad tsetrohs eht rof ,llaf eht rof evil i
.esolc spil .sneppah erom gnihtyna erofeb htaed ym sdrawot
.luftegrof eb ll'i ,esolc yeht nehw

.ssenippah fo yad a ,yad tsegnol eht

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