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there's a bulk of birds in your bonfire headand you sleep with one eye openand you slice away your arms like breadto butter with your semenand your hair is knots of nooses you could stranglestrange and lonelycarpenter, sleep gardens redand re-arrange your bodybecause in the dark, we all sound the sameour bodies are blistered from needingi made you a bed from pieces of my legsand you sorely sat there, bleedinganimal sister boy, could i have kept youis there a way of wood to protect yousent from houses, stripped and coldi carried on my back: piano planks and forestryfor shelter in your chestyou are sores and red flesh, let's sleep againsin our way through secrets and cause all the violenceand let's leave our bodiespull our skin from these bones, and this house from these homes From Letras Mania