knocking on anxiety''s door


    never been taught what to do


    grit between your fingers


    smell of smoke


    sun melting ice


    a faucet leaking


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    wriggling down your spine


    fables told once


    but never again


    the chromatic scale


    a bird, a bull, a mountain


    a silver bullet, cold on your palm


    dreaming of places you''ve never been


    places you''ll never be


    but a part of you still remains


    living in a paper house


    waiting for a smile


    you can''t trust everyone, but you can trust me.


    you wouldn''t survive a minute without me.


    the moment you open one door


    another one


    closes