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Its easy to believe in the chance of a flesh drawing Embryotic fingers crossed, hoping for the best Mouse sized hearts beating in transparent chests Hearing their prayers through a stethiscope Its easy to believe we are walking in prizes and defeats Clear skin and prom dates, calics and crooked teeth But there are no numbers, tickets or an empty hat We all carry the knitting needles scar We were sewn together Our bones were baked in ovens of gold Our insides laid into us like a pile of jewels and a string of pearls Our limbs brought to the torso with thread made of purple silk This skin should hang in a museum We were sewn together From Letras Mania