Nothing I touch has stayed the same.
Everything just turns to poison
that I have loved or made.
Swans, from The Burning World: “Jane Mary, Cry One Tear,” c. 1989
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Nothing I touch has stayed the same.
Everything just turns to poison
that I have loved or made.
Icarus 