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Bring to Naught My Bones
I never liked to sleep alone
but there wasn't room
in his ivory bed
for a woman like me,
the other ghosts had slept there
much longer than I.
He kept the closet doors shut tight
so the voices weren't as loud
and couldn't understand
why the reflections
in the black of my eyes
always made him small.
If I could find the things I've left behind
I wouldn't want 'em back
I buried those bones a long time ago...
but there wasn't room
in his ivory bed
for a woman like me,
the other ghosts had slept there
much longer than I.
He kept the closet doors shut tight
so the voices weren't as loud
and couldn't understand
why the reflections
in the black of my eyes
always made him small.
If I could find the things I've left behind
I wouldn't want 'em back
I buried those bones a long time ago...
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