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That means no
where I come from
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come
I chew my lips and I scratch my nose
feels so good to be a rose.
oh don't, don't you lift me up
like I'm that shy
no no no no no, just five it up
There are bats all dissolving in a row
into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go.
I cannot let go
so I thank the lord
and I thank his sword!
'tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored.
O, morning without warning like a hole
and I watch you go.
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly.
and some bellies ache with many bumblebees.
(and they sting so terribly).
I do as I please.
now I'm on my knees.
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea.
And I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry
and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown.
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