| A salty ring of night fatigue
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| When I get get get the sweats from you listening
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| Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse
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| Serated mure ephemera undo her mother’s curse
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| So if you break
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| Break me a mirror
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| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn’t here
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| Don’t hide that guilty smile
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| Condolences won’t go away
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| The coins you bring left footprints
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| Blind thirst and braille liquor
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| My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year
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| Four corners you are touching
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| They will liberate my need
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| Bite marks in the menagerie with infidelic teeth
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| So if you break
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| Break me a mirror
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| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn’t here
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| Don’t hide that guilty smile
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| Condolences won’t go away
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| Is there something out there
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| Waiting to take hold?
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| When that whore won’t answer
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| Who is in control?
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| And the names you planted
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| Drop the seed into a hole
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| And the names you planted
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| Drop the seed into a hole
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| If you force me often
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| I might jump off the board
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| I am a deaf con angora goats
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| Warning you all who pass this mote
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| It’s only a matter of folding time and space
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| Before I become your epidemic
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| Is this your first time at my conventicle?
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| You better not talk if you came here for semantics
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| It’s only a matter of folding time and space
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| Before I become your epidemic
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| Don’t ignore my presence
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| Hidden reads the scroll
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| By the time I asked her
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| The earth fell off the tongue
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| What once was laughter
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| Corrosive I became
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| What once was laughter
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| Corrosive I became
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| Where a scarlet bruise grows
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| Sprout the fault we own
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| Don’t hide your guilty fright
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| Condolences won’t go away
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| You’ve got that guilty smile that culminates in Bedlam |