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Lights on and off. The years pour out from the middle of the room. They’re all the same. Each day wakes up with me and carves its name into my face. And we're already stars. Our faces painted on. Are we already stars? The children in the car, they died. But she's still breathing; she's still throwing life out from her lungs. She’s still breathing; she's still throwing life out into the air.
Lights on and off. The years pour out from the middle of the room. They’re all the same. Each day wakes up with me and carves its name into my face. And we're already stars. Our faces painted on. Are we already stars? The children in the car, they died. But she's still breathing; she's still throwing life out from her lungs. She’s still breathing; she's still throwing life out into the air.
