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OtherI don't know precisely which dayColoured me other Perchance it may've been a slow bleed So I cut out whichever shape I need I don't sue for rescue I'm as free as I have ever been Don't want another rock To hang about my neck You see bejewelled I see bedecked In dead stars And nothing Touching me Nothing touching me I am glad for open windows I call for birds that do not come You beacon dead eyed welcome Bones bleach off the city And when I'm done I'm done I'm done Keep the turn over our aim I don't want to look upon another word This heart so lightly thrown I say disarm I hear disown It sounds familiar And nothing Touching me Nothing touching me I don't want another rock To hang about my neck You see bejewelled I see bedecked in dead stars I don't want to look upon another word This deal so lightly spent And what says here Says came and went It sounds familiar Nothing's touching me Nothing's touching me |