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1 I remember her body against me She tells me she doesn't want to get hurt That I will break her heart You can break me like a wishbone and keep the better half Sharpen it like a prison shiv and stab me with it if I do 2 She is the snow I am a stove in a single room cabin I have been cutting off parts of this home and feeding them into my belly There is sawdust on the floor of my love 3 Most of this house is gone now I am still a stove she is still snow We both think this heat is a good idea I keep burning Call her iglu Call her daring Call me almost homeless 4 I have left the stove I am a candle now Slow burning Call me always hot still Call her always melting The floor is always wet 5 I tried to trap the ocean in a dresser drawer But we were flooded roofless I learned to hold my breath She learned that warmth doesn't really change anything There was the sun and it heated her body I bathed in the ocean she made a thin near burnt candle I sank down Her heart was made of winning halves of wishbones Sharpened like shivs I did not go near them I am not afraid of getting hurt But I have always been taught to respect the sea
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Homeless and the Sea
1 I remember her body against me She tells me she doesn't want to get hurt That I will break her heart You can break me like a wishbone and keep the better half Sharpen it like a prison shiv and stab me with it if I do 2 She is the snow I am a stove in a single room cabin I have been cutting off parts of this home and feeding them into my belly There is sawdust on the floor of my love 3 Most of this house is gone now I am still a stove she is still snow We both think this heat is a good idea I keep burning Call her iglu Call her daring Call me almost homeless 4 I have left the stove I am a candle now Slow burning Call me always hot still Call her always melting The floor is always wet 5 I tried to trap the ocean in a dresser drawer But we were flooded roofless I learned to hold my breath She learned that warmth doesn't really change anything There was the sun and it heated her body I bathed in the ocean she made a thin near burnt candle I sank down Her heart was made of winning halves of wishbones Sharpened like shivs I did not go near them I am not afraid of getting hurt But I have always been taught to respect the sea
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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