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In the dark she is rocking, not to records but tovoices in her head. Lilybelle Lilybelle Lilybellehot as hell. 3 am and it feels just like high noonin her head, come to bed, when the air cools down
I'm gonna skate away. I'm gonna fly so far I'mgonna kiss that star.
Get off of that trip. Don't touch it baby. You'llburn your pretty fingers, you'll soil your cherryhands. Seven thousand holes to blow through.
Scissors and paper and other sharp things you canchew on that for awhile you're a trained dog girlyou got house and a heart of gold won't you try toforget won't you let me won't you let me go tosleep close your eyes shut it down pull the plugkill the lights shut it up shut it up let your headgo under let your head go under let your head goto nothing nothing nothing nothing girl.
Get off of that trip. Don't touch it baby. You'llburn your pretty fingers, you'll soil your cherryhands. Seven thousand holes to blow through.
There are songbirds and sweet things whereangels bare wings and bask in the afterglow ofgood deeds done by tender souls, but I in mywretched state, fat from years of sucking hate,can never scrape the dirt off, can never shake theother side. It hides in holes behind my eyes.
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