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I wonder
Whose arms would I run and fall into
If I were drunk
In a room with everyone
I have ever loved

The blood on my teeth begins to taste
Like a poem
Like religion
Like the way you look at me

Your so polite with your sadness
You don't want to ruin this for anyone

My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears
You are my home
Do you not understand?

I keep remembering
I keep remembering
My heart has no pity on me

They asked 'do you love her to death?'
I said
'Speak of her over my grave and watch
How she brings me back to life.'

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