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[oh_the_blow]

there is a time when the moon cracks in half
and the apples pour out like balloons from a child's hand
and the atmosphere swallows all reason

if we could dance, we would
if we could love purely, we'd forget how
and if the understanding that binds us could melt
and snap back with hand-shattering force
i would find and fight that fire

i love you, black prince
for the concrete you poured into my veins
and i thank fucking god for those apples