Your eyes are made of glass. They break. You are not brave. You are alone like a dog in a kennel. Your hands break out in boils. Your arms are cut and bound by bands
of wire. Your voice is out there. Your voice is strange. There are no prayers here. Here there is no change.
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from Angels of the Love Affair
Your eyes are made of glass. They break. You are not brave.
You are alone like a dog in a kennel. Your hands
break out in boils. Your arms are cut and bound by bands
of wire. Your voice is out there. Your voice is strange.
There are no prayers here. Here there is no change.