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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. |
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Jahyawhan. |