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Part IV: Strings Through Face How it works is far beyond me, But what it holds my eyes can capture. Twist the knobs and find the right keys, Twist the knobs and my face is captured. I have no face. I cannot see but I still wonder. My eyes are gone. Where is the lightning? As I hear the thunder. This music box ate my face alive! Stringing out my sight! Where are you? Tearing off my nares! Who are you! Sewing close my jaw! Why are you... My face is lost! Father, my face is gone! I need another... This music box defiles my slumber! Father! Do you hear my calls? My face is lost father, where did I go wrong? The air around is dead, I cannot let it in. My voice outside cannot be said, But I need an answer...
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Strings for the Face
Part IV: Strings Through Face How it works is far beyond me, But what it holds my eyes can capture. Twist the knobs and find the right keys, Twist the knobs and my face is captured. I have no face. I cannot see but I still wonder. My eyes are gone. Where is the lightning? As I hear the thunder. This music box ate my face alive! Stringing out my sight! Where are you? Tearing off my nares! Who are you! Sewing close my jaw! Why are you... My face is lost! Father, my face is gone! I need another... This music box defiles my slumber! Father! Do you hear my calls? My face is lost father, where did I go wrong? The air around is dead, I cannot let it in. My voice outside cannot be said, But I need an answer...
Part IV of Songs of Loss, book II of Unwinding Steely Strings. He has no face, yet still he prays.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
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