Calls to Nothing
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There are no ears
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Where echos would answer
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I, naked and slipping.
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Skin is pale and worthy
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Wall, embracing the moon
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That table fits that corner
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I, naked alone.
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The veil betrays the breathing
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and eyes to the sky.
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Whose bride am I?
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That's a trick answer
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I am my own
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Here in this mistaken laughter
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I, naked and slipping.
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The veil betrays the breathing
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and eyes to the sky.
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Whose bride am I?
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Calls to nothing
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there are no ears
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I gave myself away
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I, naked alone.
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Calls To Nothing
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Tara MacLean |