voiced raze know this: whenever the words catch in your throat or coil around your fingers and won't be torn loose, i can feel the air that moves through your lungs shaking your house and mine, breathing back into me all i've lost, filling me with the beautiful burden of all our fragile future days. 220221 ... Bizzar sometimes I can't even offer you a handful of crumpled words a lump in my throat fingers around my neck hands in the depths of my lungs -reaching- pulling them back down to die where they were born 220221 what's it to you? who go blather from