These rivers are rain from a summer gone by
dragging the rubble to sea
they’re pointing their guns towards a northern sky
still none of them call themselves free

afraid to collide, you fall out of your mind
to kiss concrete ground with your teeth
but with two cigarettes and your letter combined
this air is too heavy to breathe
this air is too heavy to breathe

in order to stop them you cry out a spell
that withers in rubbles overseas
“take all your fluid words, kiss me farewell
and give me peace
give me peace

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