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I know a girl
who is shaped like a knife
all sharp edges
pointing outwards
I'll hold her close to my heart
embrace the blade
It wont cut through me
Any time soon
I know a Jewish Princess
who always wears the same style
of A-Line skirt
She takes me out sometimes
She takes me out sometimes
I have two hands
That are shaped like a bat
Heavy swing it right through
the ghost of the man
Who lived here
40 years ago
I know a girl
Who is shaped like a knife
Elbows always pointng
at right angles
from her throat
eyes the colour of chocolate
each fingernail painted black
she always wears the same style
Of A-Line skirt
I'm not complaining
I hold her close to me
She is always without
I'll turn up the heating
Till we're taking off clothes
It doesnt mean anything
It doesnt mean anything
I know this guy
Who sells stolen phones
Nokia's, mostly
I'll buy four of them
and set them all up
to ring each other again
and again, like 4 blind men
stuck in an eternal revolving door
dont laugh at me
I paid him in counterfit notes
The phones stopped working
In the second week
I know a girl
Who's shaped like a knife
I'll kiss her wrists
I'll kiss her neck
I dont really know
Where one goes from this
The moment is all
She exists in the present
Impossible to place in the
Past or the future
Or any other place
than where she is
Eye's the colour of chocolate
a tight pair of jeans
An old scruffy red car
A heart
A knife
A flag
The world will turn
As long as it seems
THat it must keep going on
My Jewish Princess
My rusty tide
My black wave
I'm here again
You can pull me out
But you dont have to
And Im not going to ask
Or anuthing
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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