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I’m wasted, losing time.
I’m a foolish fragile spine.
I want all that is not mine,
I want him but we’re not right.

In the darkness I will meet my creators
and they will all agree that I’m a suffocator.

I should go now quietly
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Where all my layers can become reeds.
All my limbs can become trees.
All my children can become me.
What a mess I leave to follow, to follow.

In the darkness I will meet my creators,
they will all agree I’m a suffocator.

Oh Lord, I’m sorry if I smothered you.
I’m sorry if I smothered you.
I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside my mother,
never to come out.

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