hand_in_hand raze our bodies lie limp at the side of the road. not from being torn open or trampled on. we are both balloons losing the air that keeps us alive each time we open our mouths to speak. and there is so much still to be said. when your sovereign arm slips from its socket and is cast adrift without a network of nerves to give it grace or purpose, i will fuse it with mine, and we will walk with frail fingers interlaced until our feet fail us and all that's left to breathe in is each other. 260405 what's it to you? who go blather from