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Bitter snake twist, hide my eyes
I cannot see the world outside
I am not what I made myself seem
I walk the line, I walk inbetween
On a balmy day, early July
The world didnt clinch, my life didnt change
My heart didnt skip, my head
Is just a case made up of skin
With a mass of nervous impulses inside
You wore your hair up, and a top made of straps
And buckles
You were beautiful
And I didnt cry
Its been a few years since I was so affected
I suppose you'll always say
This must be what makes me okay
I suppose this is why you say
I might as well stop
If stop means stay
If stop means stay
Short sausages fingers
Fumbling with buttons
And buckles
Is true romance
If you kiss kiss kiss
The crease at the back of my knee
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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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