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Jul 2012
i need a healing song
playing cobbler to my soul
so young and so weary old
i stare down the sun
not even fighting
praying to melt
gentle ever as i've felt
i'm a boulder grounding lightning
pet the cats in the cages
raise inner children into sages
i need to throw my skin
like... like a spooked horse
and be blank again.
i'm a frenzied little star
waiting for a big bang
to confetti my cosmology
turn the skeletons to friends.
my body has turned so wrong.
my heart's been broke so long.
i need, i need a healing song.
won't you, won't you sing to me?
nobody, nobody gonna sing to me
nobody but
me.
mûre
Written by
mûre
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   Brandon
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