Lirieke: Quiet Child. Stealing Inches.

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And from her mouth she barely whispers
Wizened thoughts stay her tongue
And her words are worth repeating
"How the ash stains my hair..."
And crawling forth, stealing inches
Her shadow in the mud
She only hears, she never listens

And in the seconds before the crash
There's always something that wants to fight back

The glaring truth is marked upon you
By the ink of his fists
And do you think that it's beyond you?
And you can't see the wound for the stitch?

Belly to the bed, she can see his sleeping head
The crack of the door as it breaks in her wake

And in the seconds before the crash
There's always something that wants to fight back
The muscles ache to leave the lair
To shake the ashes from her hair