Collarbones
the ghostship
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What ends did I realy?
What older ways decay? What younger men would pay to fire away?
those words I've meant don't resonate
they hibernate with my former selves digging in for the wait
no scribe or transcript holds us to the day
I have followed you away
this time, I won't fold
I won't fold again