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This episode includes an original song, written and recorded over the past month as time allowed.
A Breeze
Before there was a breeze
there were wounds
made in the beginning
They lean into the pain
of the wounds
that make up
their whole being
And they transfer that pain
at every contact
until all of our flesh
is exposed
I cannot think
I can only pass the time
this age isn't like that
we're running out of roles
Obsidian black
frozen river in the aftermath
your heart isn't like that
it's beating all the time
The source of the lease
is the future that we create
constantly
and we ride along the breeze
to the next iteration of synthesis
to the next hiding place
we'll exist like this
until all of the bread
has been sold
I cannot think
I can only pass the days
the world isn't like that
we're running out of time
skating away
on the thin line of a razor blade
craving the contact
we're feeding all the time 
I hope that you like this song,
but this one is for me.
Your reception may depend on your ears
history
stereo or disposition.
With undying gratitude to everyone who listens,
your pal,
RS
