Thursday, October 6, 2016


I'm a bag of bones
and you're making a hole
So I could change my course
Lighter with deprivation

I'm a bag of bones
But now you're adding weight
So I could starve to death
On this starry night

I'm a bag of bones
Yet you're taking what's mine
I'm holding the wall
So all these things won't move too fast

You take saints, martyrs from my head; and misattribution
One bead, then another
And I'm... I'm figure scating

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