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claretismadeofsticksandstonesx marks the spot where you let go she is all fists and strings and pulseclaretismadeofsticksandstones
rising like the filthy god she has become back sliding against sweet assault
soaring as that seasick death child above a thousand dirty kings
falling beneath the crowd like a black hole as the kids trample her wings
and though the crowd may have broke her bones you're the only killer
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"But your lips when we speak are the vallies and peaks of a mountain range on fire." - The Shins
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