we're all here, suffering whether or not we know it.
growing stranger to our stems
while making love with foreign thoughts
East meets West
and the meek shudder
A wind blows cold
and gray skies eclipse suns
We strap ourselves in, gleefully
inside iron maidens adorned with silk and jewels
our faces frowning
grinning
Only those who know can save us
Most of them forgot this already
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