THE SAME TIDY GROUND

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i dont want to know things anymore
when i saw myself bleeding
my body so soft in the snow
thinking its strange that i am out there

i tore myself limb from limb
parts of me stringing up around my throat
around my wrists and fingers
bones growing through my skin

they see me they know me
a small sound from over me
i become the sky again
red and pink as i was

carry me lay me on the sinking ground
sheer i was lain over the snow
nobody knew me
hurt layers over my body and i stay there

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