The narrative changes with every retelling.
Unlikely revolution
If you cannot tolerate this world offer an alternative.
Caught between myth and understanding.
My ghosts are holy but they're no rollers.
The overwhelming clatter of my heart.
Will you love me when my hair turns silver?
Will you remember my name?
How deep will we swim in these dark waters?
Do not let this night end.
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