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My heart was ripe
for the picking that night
when you rolled through
My blood still yearns for you
no matter what I do

Now I’m trying my best
but my synapses
won’t reconnect
I feel like a sinking ship
and you’re the ocean pouring in

She cut her teeth on poison lips
Let her drink water from the sea
Her pale face turns red with shame
Pulls the waves from deep beneath
From within you and me
And the distance that lies between

A dying fig tree
a Book of poetry
Jesus Christ
Did Sylvia Plath get it right
when she blew out a pilot light?

She cut her teeth on poison lips
Let her drink water from the sea
Her pale face turns red with shame
Pulls the waves from deep beneath

Cut her sails boys and let her drift
Let the sun take its toll and crack her skin
A white whale and my god damned life
Turn all my bread to flesh and all my blood to wine
Until these veins run dry I’ll sit and abide my time

A mother’s tit
the baby’s fit
when it runs dry
Some things were just meant for a time
When did ours pass by?

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from , and, what is it that fear looks like to you, track released January 1, 2009

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