what was i made for

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break my bones with stones

for each lie I believed

leave them there; alone

a songbird's voice; grieved


sink my voice in the ocean

bury it beneath the sand

let the tide be broken

and try to understand


light my sanity on fire

watch the flames break

such a proper liar lover

a tattoo of a snake


I'd talk about you to the moon

and listen to stories about the sun

I love you

like the moon loves the sun

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