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                             every clock tick
                checks itself off
[like the names on a-
                hitlist]
          it's
    like
a
              constant voice
              telling me to grow old
              [somehow it's still less
                                                 threatening
                                                                   than a
                                                                              bomb]

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           you lost your meaning
             when you
               stopped
                 making me cry
[every tear needs a
                    martyr;
                     just to
      make us believe
                 the tears
                               were worth
                               it]
                                                  and you made
                                                     me lose myself
                                                               to
                                      your flee-
                                                             ting butterflies

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                                                     be proud
                                                         you
                                                         made me love

                                                      b l a c k

                                           all over again.

                                [pretty colours are something
                                                      to avoid like the
                                                          plague itself.]

         [twinkle twinkle,
                                   little star,
          what is the happiest thing by far?
          to be next-
                                  to the crystal moon?
          or to be dead,
                                by tomorrow's
                                                       noon]

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i promise
                                   you
that something
                                   broke
in the deep caverns
                                   of my heart
[send in the sparrows
                                   to check if
i'm still alive]

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                         a lady
                                                   between two
                  maj-          -ors.

           has her
             heart broken
                 like her
                    muscles
                         which were
                                  torn away.

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