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Apr 2011
I'm spinning and I may be bleeding

Disconnected from my nerves

My arteries line up for a cleaning

A redirection of their purpose served



It's winter in my heart

And though we're cold states far apart

I'll be your port in the storm

If after I save you; you carry me home



My neck is twisting with the walls

That must be closing in

They must be closing in cause I cannot grow tall

And I cannot divide from you



It's winter in my heart

And though we're cold states far apart

I'll be your storm in the port

If after I hurt you; you carry me home.



The windows stark above my head

They reach down with their silver threads

And twist round my neck sickly bright

A beacon in the darkest night



It's winter in my port

And though we're cold states far apart

You'll be my storm inΒ Β heart

If after you hurt me we're finally home
Caia
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