We are the children of a forgotten dream,
heartbeats thundering against paper-thin skin.Lips chapped red with the wind's ferocity,
its banshee wails we long ago learned to ignore
in favor of candied lies and fractured promises.We learned to act like them,
to walk and talk and be like them,
and someday
we will learn to die like them.
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