You were the ache in my bones
That carried me disorientated
Until 4am
Blinking bewlideredly
At the flickering matchstick face
Until 4am
Blinking bewlideredly
At the flickering matchstick face
Tell me how
Tongues can be barbed
Worse than any fence you ever scaled
And emptiness can cut
I missed that pain
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