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the body has got to be worth saving eyelids are shining with headache and perspiration morning is finding good intentions under sleep's persuasion the body has got to be... our past lives were too heavy and too expensive now we're paying together for our inventions maybe there's a ceremony written down inside the body where maybe no one ever sees you begin like a lion and you end like a lamb molars are grinding inspiration down to nothing where are the instructions on how to keep it going? the body... a patient motor in secret is whirring binding together what was broken with the heart's string to have without keeping to sigh without boredom to know without thinking and to love without ever knowing maybe there's a ceremony written down inside the body where maybe no one ever sees From Letras Mania