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I press your hand in mine cautiously
I keep a smile right to
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding
And I get sick as I watch my interests into suspension

This winter, so cold, creeping around arm
Stealth soldiers, around your palm
And it's harder, to understand
Little victories won creeping around hand

The sickness has taken hold through violent, syllables
Escape my mouth my breath
The voice of pricking dread is whispering in my ears
My paranoia has galvanized by gaze, so austere

This winter, so cold, creeping your arm
Stealth soldiers, around your palm
I know it's harder, to understand
victories won creeping around your hand

I pinned crest to my chest
it might start to look right

There was hushed talk of young boy's
Lying face down in the river, his used to move like mine
I can't myself this morning, I am practically that boy
No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid lack of choice

This winter, so cold, creeping around arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around palm
I it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won around your hand
Creeping around hands