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I sell my soul
for a pre-made bed
I give myself whole
for a sleeping spot in your head
I give my blood
for sacrifical purposes
I crawl through mud
til I no longer feel the worthlessness
I shed my fears
and all my dark feathers too
I spill them like tears
They fall of my leafs like new day dew
I pull out all my flowers
and plant them close to you
they will grow and become towers
which can only hold things that are true
And as my demons come for my lungs and liver
my hive heart will send all my bees
so these towers never wither
and this love never leaves
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
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I sell my soul
for a pre-made bed
I give myself whole
for a sleeping spot in your head
I give my blood
for sacrifical purposes
I crawl through mud
til I no longer feel the worthlessness
I shed my fears
and all my dark feathers too
I spill them like tears
They fall of my leafs like new day dew
I pull out all my flowers
and plant them close to you
they will grow and become towers
which can only hold things that are true
And as my demons come for my lungs and liver
my hive heart will send all my bees
so these towers never wither
and this love never leaves
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