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I will have mine
I dip my hand into this tar
I dip my hand into this jar
I dip my hand into this paint
I dip my hand into this lake
I smear the tar across my face
I steal the cookies from the jar
Adorn my body with the paint
Then dive into the lake
You don’t want me to speak
When I have so much you say
You don’t want me to breathe
When my breath is the way
You don’t want me to fuck
When fucking is a game
You don’t want me to run
When running keeps me sane
So, my hand is dipped in this tar
My hand forages around this jar
My hand is covered in this paint
My hand is wet in this lake
I spread the tar across the ground
I eat every last cookie
I empty out the paint
Dive in the lake, so fucking sue me
I dip my hand into this jar
I dip my hand into this paint
I dip my hand into this lake
I smear the tar across my face
I steal the cookies from the jar
Adorn my body with the paint
Then dive into the lake
You don’t want me to speak
When I have so much you say
You don’t want me to breathe
When my breath is the way
You don’t want me to fuck
When fucking is a game
You don’t want me to run
When running keeps me sane
So, my hand is dipped in this tar
My hand forages around this jar
My hand is covered in this paint
My hand is wet in this lake
I spread the tar across the ground
I eat every last cookie
I empty out the paint
Dive in the lake, so fucking sue me
Published 19th Jun 2012
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