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I want
my heart on a platter
so I can see the ins and outs
Want the act to matter
See it mirrored, my mouth, it shouts
Feels like
standing in front of the mic
singing of losing track of time
remembering this certain chime
Means I
don't really know how to defy
feeling lost in the rubble
of uncertainties and trouble
I hide
behind buckets full of the tide
I filled when the ocean didn't look
all I could see I took
I keep
time in a place safe and deep
live inside a moonlit jar
an ocean filled reservoir
read my own memoir
and said au revoir
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
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I want
my heart on a platter
so I can see the ins and outs
Want the act to matter
See it mirrored, my mouth, it shouts
Feels like
standing in front of the mic
singing of losing track of time
remembering this certain chime
Means I
don't really know how to defy
feeling lost in the rubble
of uncertainties and trouble
I hide
behind buckets full of the tide
I filled when the ocean didn't look
all I could see I took
I keep
time in a place safe and deep
live inside a moonlit jar
an ocean filled reservoir
read my own memoir
and said au revoir
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