My Bones

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My fingers are blue
There are stars in my hair
I'm waiting for you
What dress should I wear?

We tangle ourselves
In each other's love
I hide on bookshelves
While you float above

Slip me out of my clothes
Kiss me down to my bones
Tell me things I don't know
We make love when they don't.

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