hail_to_the_thief
raze
corrupted
error
correction
codes
made
you
stutter
at
the
start
of
every
sentence
.
it
didn't
dull
my
love
for
you
one
bit
.
i
wanted
to
lick
your
bones
and
stitch
your
typeface
into
my
fingertips
,
even
after
the
men
who
built
you
disowned
you
.
i
lost
myself
in
the
map
of
words
branded
on
your
chest
.
you
were
fear
and
fatherhood.
a
deep
dive
into
the
jaws
of
hell
.
a
moving
target
in
a
firing
range
.
a
glass
of
water
at
the
end
of
the
nightmare
.
two
months
away
from
turning
twenty
and
nowhere
near
ready
to
reckon
with
how
little
i
knew
,
i
made
you
the
soundtrack
for
a
trip
to
toronto
.
i
fell
into
your
arms
and
woke
up
in
tatters —
a
little
big
man
being
erased
.
230501
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from