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i’m lilac and i’m daisy chained
i’m christening and wide awake
i’m hungry and i can survive
i’m in the object in the likes
i wonder bodies that i need
of arms to keep to sow the knees
i’m taking back the sacrament
the packs of smokes i want to have
i branch each peril from my space
i’m sturdy sentiment i keep
the dialect that comes from there
from spheres to move beside the bed
i’m in my hair i’m in my hair
i leave my body from my hair
i’m taking back the sacrament
the packs of smokes i want to have
i sleep, i sleep
when the dawning reaps, dawning reaps
the sacrament, i keep it
when the dawning reaps, dawning reaps
a reddened blossom tints my face
to seize each breath i did not take
it’s heightened in the guise of who
the rosewater i seep into
i fill the brim until i leak
unbind the cross that kept me, free
i cannot and i never will
that fragrance i’m in love with still
i’m in my hair, i’m in my hair
i leave my body from my hair
i’m taking back the sacrament
the packs of smokes i want to have
i sleep, i sleep
when the dawning reaps, dawning reaps
the sacrament, i keep it
when the dawning reaps, dawning reaps
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