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Album: Track 9 on Odd How People Shake
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I know of virgin thighs.
Anointed in your sweat.
Sat them in a glass.
And took the bench between your hips.
These are beautiful wooden legs you have to stand on
Take me lying down
I played my heart out on your rib cage an you tried to sing along
But the keys I chose: sour notes
And your singing turned to moan
This is the sound of dying insides
Everyone was sleeping.
Slaves to a gutted imagination.
The light of the television sprayed us into the shadows on a wall.
We: new gaceless mannequins.
We: new oil spills.
With no eyes how is it you cry.
With no smile how is it you laugh.
Our shadows move like one.
Back and forth.
Our machiine lips.
We the machine would like to speak.
We razorblade choclaes.
We watch her in sleep.
We're here to pronounce your children blind.
Led them astray and toyed with their lives.
We taught them sex and muted their laughter
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