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opium no. 4
how many days
has it been i reach in
somewhere deep
way within
under skin
but it is made of the air
hung between us that night
and all the fights
that we had
while we were friends
more sad music plays
i ride another hobby horse
from my desert of decay
until the hooves that i love
that have carried me away
crumple up like burning paper
turning black and then to gray
i will pull
every arrow from my skin
hand them over
and let you put them right back in
one by one, sin by sin
until i'm finally free again
and my paper gray ashes
are twisting in the wind
has it been i reach in
somewhere deep
way within
under skin
but it is made of the air
hung between us that night
and all the fights
that we had
while we were friends
more sad music plays
i ride another hobby horse
from my desert of decay
until the hooves that i love
that have carried me away
crumple up like burning paper
turning black and then to gray
i will pull
every arrow from my skin
hand them over
and let you put them right back in
one by one, sin by sin
until i'm finally free again
and my paper gray ashes
are twisting in the wind
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