Her shadowy delicate hair curls around her made up face of a porcelian doll
belonging to no one
i am lucky the warm and fuzzy moment is all mine,time is hers to give
time is hers to take where ever she pleases
in sickness and awful health she will stroll by with another giving them her warmest pleasure
no dancing tonight lad just deep dark struggle recalled from before she was even thought
we will just blame her for the big hole in the chest because that’s what we do until we win her time again
she comes back like clockwork

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