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May 2012
I like heights and ladders
I like the present fear
The risk of falling makes
The air seem ever clear

The higher up you climb
The brighter the stars seem
I like lying on the roof
And watching the sky stream

I sometimes bite my lip
To hold back desire
I like striking matches
Just to watch the fire

Drop the flaming match
Let the world burn down
Bite my lip until it bleeds
Let me, let me drown

Let’s drown together
Holding, holding hands
Then light ourselves on fire
And laugh at time’s sands

The world will call us crazy
And we won’t give a ****
We’ll drink lots of coffee
And eat our toast with jam
Gracie Ghost
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