I am a swan's wing, bloodied at the joint
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and pasted to a boy's back, like in that story
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You waved to me from a mountain as I slipped away
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Dimming into rust-lit winters with a burning apple branch.
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Who are you that darkness my shade? You burned my door down.
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Don't wait for me, because you're a liar
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And each time you dream in colour, I'll be holding your head under
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Who took my time away? I know you'll hear me now
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I know you'll hear me now...You missed your way out!
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I thought I had it all
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When I was left in shame, I gained even more!
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You will welter on your hurried path with me as a prince to the world
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All the beauty that is all of Life shall walk with me,
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And you shall walk alone...in shame!
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Dry as a bone withered and cold stuck with a dagger again behold me for I am centuries old cut on the lips by secretive men
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terror I watch you nervous slowly insert the dagger again twisting the furnace walls gripping my breast writhing in want
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smothered within your heavenly haunt cut on the lips by secretive men slowly insert the dagger again.
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Heaven and Weak
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| Maudlin Of The Well |
