The story
He hurts where nothing soft can grow.
Under a hard desert sky, he sits too close to the spines, letting the cactus take what the road and the night have left in him. The scene is all grit and silence, but the sting keeps him present, and he does not move away from the one thing that will only hurt him more.
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Lyrics
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