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Nights Like These Memento Mori

Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we?re walking. I don?t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen

Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we?re walking. I don?t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen