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Like to keep me so sick
just to mend me a little bit.
Lips of sewage.
You know that I've gone septic, and I
don't want to get better.
No, I just want to be in your arms.
Keep me in the hospital bed.
Sigh over me,
my angel of death.
Hook me up to machines,
have them all breathe for me.
Drift in saline highs,
cold and sterilized.
Wrapped in wet, white sheets,
pale and shivering.
And my head is getting heavy,
and I just want to be in your arms.
Keep me in the hospital bed.
Sigh over me,
my angel of death.
Keep me weak.
Keep me dependent on you.
Keeping me.
Keep me needing you.

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