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Sister, I told you How much I needed you You listen to all my pleas And cry over my bees. But there's this beast inside me Stay away from her, it pleads You are not supposed to open that bag, But how can the snake not lie? Oh, well, my sister, you took in all of it Swallowing my temporary misery. But what have you sewn? You made it all your own. My love for you is real But I can't put it into words Because you know me as well as I do That I'm a meal. A curse. A shoo-away. You see, my darling, nothing can ever come out. Scarred when I saw six You can take it when the demon picks. Everyone is a little broken inside All I've been doing is not burden you all night. I hope you understand! Please tell me you'll never let go With the dog just inches below me You're my last hope. Can you grab it all back again? You were right and I was wrong. My fingers are begging to work out But it just doesn't go with my brain for long. As you slip away from me Please do remember these moments Those fragmented keys To the garden that is to come. Sister... It couldn't have been better.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
Sister
Sister, I told you How much I needed you You listen to all my pleas And cry over my bees. But there's this beast inside me Stay away from her, it pleads You are not supposed to open that bag, But how can the snake not lie? Oh, well, my sister, you took in all of it Swallowing my temporary misery. But what have you sewn? You made it all your own. My love for you is real But I can't put it into words Because you know me as well as I do That I'm a meal. A curse. A shoo-away. You see, my darling, nothing can ever come out. Scarred when I saw six You can take it when the demon picks. Everyone is a little broken inside All I've been doing is not burden you all night. I hope you understand! Please tell me you'll never let go With the dog just inches below me You're my last hope. Can you grab it all back again? You were right and I was wrong. My fingers are begging to work out But it just doesn't go with my brain for long. As you slip away from me Please do remember these moments Those fragmented keys To the garden that is to come. Sister... It couldn't have been better.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
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