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As winter as water.
The space between the trees.
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
We are all just trying to be holy.
And my saviour with your wet dreams inside my skin,
Your hands flash in a dark hotel room,
This body will split open for you.
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Lungful of glass.
Your word was the word that always won.
We are all just trying to be holy.
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