when mother has born me.
i come out wailing and bloody
god, mother hold me
I'm losing something holy
it's my heart I left in Memphis
it's my heart I left in the motel room
it's my heart I left under the bed
it's my heart I feel
it's my heart no-more
it's my
it's...well...
it's my soul I left in Kansas
it's my soul I borrowed from the girl in the forest for a while
and for a moment i felt it all mother, don't you see? when they have killed me
I'll go out wailing and bloody
and we'll keep moving
the beating purple soul left in newspaper
and I felt it all mother!
I borrowed something holy
and for a while, I felt alive again
it's my soul I borrowed
it's my soul I borrowed in Kansas
it's my soul I gave back to the girl
it's my soul I say
it's my
it's my...
well it's....
god, I keep losing these things. we keep moving a little too fast. and I'll wander miss America, searching for the heart and soul, under the bed, among the trees. and mother won't you help?
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jolie memphis
PoetrySuzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are yo...
