When the Sky Bleeds Patches
tarted a
racef
out of the m
ace-first in the
her fancy clothes
s lost and br
n' t care abou
famili
Is th
e
s glasses smudged,
small and trembling
le
e, a quick,
made
f in the pit of my stom
"My new number is twenty-t
nty-two,
"The order we survive
ense. The System liked i
drifted from the m
si
singing a lullab
urnful, and dee
the words just out of rea
our pe
en patc
ets du b
d around us, co
e was s
/1/100496/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5cb6898ea82160755e6bbb1255517a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/80645/coverorgin.jpg?v=410173822b60b72d457ff2ae22a4274b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/90948/coverorgin.jpg?v=e838ba828708931b8d9c491316d875f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/65644/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f7c004464e160d8a0cc0e732ecf1744&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/91917/coverorgin.jpg?v=8810f373605dacb25a4c8b5ae1141c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/82937/coverorgin.jpg?v=2907194aa510c647b04f7cba8770d5c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)