You blessed your charity of celebrities
and now anyone can be famous
and anyone can share their story born underground
under glass
and they do it with all teeth glowing
how beautiful
did you hear what they said?
Oh what magic you have in them bones indeed
And the brittle might you knuckle down your spine
In any case
You haven’t been hanging that skeleton too high
Have you?
Or when you leaned on your sharp words
Was it your blood stained breath
From the closed holes on stitched lips
They played the part
That was put right through me
When you told me I was dead.
Or maybe it was just bad fate in an old city.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
You blessed your charity of celebrities
and now anyone can be famous
and anyone can share their story born underground
under glass
and they do it with all teeth glowing
how beautiful
did you hear what they said?
Oh what magic you have in them bones indeed
And the brittle might you knuckle down your spine
In any case
You haven’t been hanging that skeleton too high
Have you?
Or when you leaned on your sharp words
Was it your blood stained breath
From the closed holes on stitched lips
They played the part
That was put right through me
When you told me I was dead.
Or maybe it was just bad fate in an old city.
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