we use to hide all of the secrets in the pockets of walls / the creaks trying to remind us that the pain we feel, isn't in vain / tomorrow they'll understand our secrets / & they'll find our recovered bodies / on the roofs of those same houses, trying to hold them down / because secrets are too heavy for winds to carry, and our bodies are worth more than the houses we hold onto / and our bodies are worth more than the everything we hold onto.
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