Your husk is like the laughter of a crow
By surprise, the love takes me
But at the end of the night
I'm left with dead feathers
Did you hope you were different -
Do you hope at all?
My will is a toxic thing, I
Am afraid to submit to it
But I wouldn't give it away
Not if all the bombs in their mouths defused
Themselves, not for peace
Nor for a war
Guess you grew up quicker
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