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My Gifts
I have one thousand knives
Sticking in my chest
Stomach
And cracks in my knees
Causing them to wobble
And faults in my spine
Causing them to bend
Those were your gifts to me
I also have enough fucking duct tape
To fix others fissures
Enough LEDS
To illuminate the world
With minimum electrical cost
Those were your gifts to me
I am savvy, cynical, broken and remade in a brittler form
With infinite cold mercy and empathy
Those were your gifts to me
Thank You?
Sticking in my chest
Stomach
And cracks in my knees
Causing them to wobble
And faults in my spine
Causing them to bend
Those were your gifts to me
I also have enough fucking duct tape
To fix others fissures
Enough LEDS
To illuminate the world
With minimum electrical cost
Those were your gifts to me
I am savvy, cynical, broken and remade in a brittler form
With infinite cold mercy and empathy
Those were your gifts to me
Thank You?
Published 2nd Nov 2013
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