Listening reveals his wounds
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Voiceless, he kneels to you
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Like a glinting dagger, one quick look
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And he spills you
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Sheets surrender you
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And I expect trauma
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Breath is real, anger's real
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Sleep on your birthday and cry
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Cry, my baby
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Let me wash you
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I have no ears for my lady...
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Listen to me
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You're called a silhouette
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You're playful with a sin
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But you see me
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Speak, or stop, or kiss me
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Your art is like your grin
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It delivers me
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Geography
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| Maudlin Of The Well |
