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Jan 2015
when you told me how you broke
my mouth and my eyes were sewn
'cos
at first I just thought
you might be made of stone
so
when you told me that
you were stepping off your throne
oh
I thought we bound our ropes
until your safety cover was blown
well
I guess you just
didn’t want to be alone
still
I thought you might drop me
after your secret was shown
but
we kept on talking
late nights on the phone
and
**you made me repeat your name
until I forgot my own
I have no idea what this is about, but it came to me, so... here. Take it.
Brittle Bird
Written by
Brittle Bird  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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