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a meat mine |
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if you could just see me now, |
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hands pitted blood red |
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one clasped to my chest, |
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the other covering my wound.. |
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base metal.. |
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like some bag of skin |
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i felt for one moment that I could reach out to you, |
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that the sea in it's wisdom, |
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it's green blue wisdom |
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could for one impulsive moment cease it's spring tide |
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you're wasting my time |
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send my aching limbs towards your totem smile.. |
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and that my bleeding might stop.. |
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and that my wounds could heal |
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nobody has the decency to say anything |
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and that my arm could weld itself to yours |
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we dream together |
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people pour past me a wilting figure |
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metallic, |
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wooden, |
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constrained.. |
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caged |
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masked |
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hatred |
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I felt as if I could see leaves, |
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I could see summer leaves |
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that autumns wind had cast to the ground |
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give it up... |
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I felt as if I could sculpt time |
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but in one moment |
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this sweet clay turned to blood.. |
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sea blood, |
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un-refined.. |
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we sit in silence |
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i had hoped to sculpt a memory of you |
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sea memories, |
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of intense colours contained within a million sea stones.. |
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spoon fed or watershed.. |
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give it up.. |
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and kill. |
