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Watch the mirror
You know you're going to need it
Touch the cold air
You know you're going to feel it.
Now you're seeing me move all of my fingers
See me holding up my hand in the faltering strip light.

Turn my arm, touch the cold air

Touching everything I want to hold
Black on my skin
It's sheer and cold.
Feel a thousand pins all over my thumb
Twenty-seven bones as I turn my arm.

Touch the cold air
Turn, turn my arm
Touch the cold air
Turn my arm.

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