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Finger Painting
02:21
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My fingers traced help into your back,
Finger paintings couldn't remedy.
You cut the voicebox out of my neck,
Another lesson in subtlety.
I wasn't there, you said,
But you were right and after everything
we couldn't go back like,
menthols, tailors, lie to me.
My back, like a torn canvas covered in
(You didn't even notice)
Your ashes burnt all over me.
Your brush, 100 strokes could leave you bald,
(you didn't even notice)
The lighter pointed straight at me.
You didn't even notice.
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Freckle
02:44
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Tie up the bedposts,
I wanna find the place that makes you tick.
When we're alone with textures unknown,
I know they gross you out, but this smells of strawberries.
Trace fingers to a place, upon the nape of your neck.
Goosebumps, because you get cold so easily.
I will keep you warm.
I don't wanna be, anything, other than,
what you've found in me.
You're a little freckle hiding unknown,
on the body of the world.
But I've found you, and to me this body,
wouldn't be the same without it.
I won't let you down,
unlike the Braun that failed you previously.
That freckle is perfect to me.
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