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Her silhouette
Is bleaker than a cigarette
On a tuesday morn
When i feel humanity slip
From broken hands down to her hips
Realising
Lethargy in both her eyes
And as the sun emancipates the dawn
Her tanlines cackle with the power of
The allegory

For a man
He’s deeper than the sundarbans
And the whistful way
That he could hold her stare
Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air
And as they fall apart
In separate beds
He carves “forever”
In the cheap wooden bedstead
Realise
Bitterness in both her eyes
And the way his words could strip
The walls she’s climbing

I worry about the way she lay
Too much worry, worry, worry, worry
(x3)

He holds her down,
Everything is anguish now
With the shallowness of every breath
He waits until she is bereft
Realise
Nothingness in both her eyes
And the way his words have stripped
The walls she’s climbing….

I worry about the way she lay
Too much worry, worry, worry, worry
(x4)

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