It's always words that undress you
and I'm trying to stay clothed.
Curiosity killed my cat
and I don't want to reveal to you my mold.
I was built up with clay or paper mâché
I would check and rediscover which,
but my memory is too weary about looking back on that day.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
It's always words that undress you
and I'm trying to stay clothed.
Curiosity killed my cat
and I don't want to reveal to you my mold.
I was built up with clay or paper mâché
I would check and rediscover which,
but my memory is too weary about looking back on that day.
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