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I'm jealous of your neck
That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh
It gets to hold your head
And I'd rather perform the task instead
I'll use my hands
You told me of your heart
The cold tile cavern bathed in dark
And earthy roots hanging from within
To shed some light, the fire must get in
A searing pulse
I'm a fever in your chest
The burning sun, I'm west
I, I am too naive
My lunar strands were lit in red and green
A captivating scene
A portion of myself was lost to me
But I'm not dead
Just a harbor no one's in
An empty salt-filled skin
That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh
It gets to hold your head
And I'd rather perform the task instead
I'll use my hands
The cold tile cavern bathed in dark
And earthy roots hanging from within
To shed some light, the fire must get in
A searing pulse
The burning sun, I'm west
My lunar strands were lit in red and green
A captivating scene
A portion of myself was lost to me
But I'm not dead
An empty salt-filled skin
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