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My fingers are thrones |
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Thorns where the roots clog |
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Perfectly formless |
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Clasping a bamboo prison |
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A sad majesty |
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In a subatomic red caress |
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In a calligraphy of skin |
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Vespers and incense |
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Howling through our lungs |
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Like a lascivious meridian |
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When soft the holy water fell |
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Except it didn't |
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A mardi gras of lament |
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Sixteen hands high |
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Fifteen coins tall |
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Sixteen hands high |
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Fifteen coins tall |
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For the watchers at the palace |
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At the tiger mandible banquet |
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A wreath in the gloaming |
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Lies like birds swarm |
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A sad majesty |
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In a subatomic red caress |
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In a calligraphy of skin |
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From their mouths |
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"O' Jerusalem |
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We remain unuttered" |
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But their cries |
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Mote the mountains groaning |
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And we carry a pallbearer's gloom |
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For all the saints in the sun can't save us now... |