You can lay your heavy head here. 

I am the things you find to love about me, the 

Boiled bones. 

I make the cut but just. And when you pull my hips against you,

When you bite down I am

Fractured. 

We haven’t gone too far to turn back 

But there are times I do believe we’ll die out here. 

What a fucking

Tundra. 

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