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I am here
Whenever the echoes make you shiver
Rub your emotions against itself
Sharpen you until you become your harm
Whenever sticks and stones flow to your eyes
Make you a rock and a tree
Whenever it is too hard to breathe
And memories become a dagger
When belligerence settles upon you like snow
Like dust on an abandoned surface
Resurface back here, with me
Where my shoulders are yours
Where my ears are ours.
LARDO
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