[x]a necessary avalanche.

there's daylight in my fingers
but it's snowing in my bones
been sucking on the echo
of a thousand telephones - and when we meet again, we'll be strangers
- "only the lonely" by David Gray

every bit of intimacy
letting your guard down
tearing down the walls
taking off your armor
exposing your shore to a storm
waves that can be buried
but never will rescind

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