you like the ocean
only at a distance
and you're not breathing
you say
'cause when it's December
that's the only time
you can see it
so where will you go
the walls you've built
no longer hold
'cause those you've loved
have killed you
buried you
a long time ago
have you forgotten dear
the iron doors that broke
the ash you breathed
the love that choked
blood on the floor
and your hands so small
that you never found a way
to find a chance it would take
to break the chain
June is slipping away
to a glass December
and you only know how to break
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