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You don't have to go

Tiptoeing at heart o'clock.

It's better if you don't.

Let's let the ocean take off her clothes in

us

These days it hurts so bad

Becos it's never spoken of or seen.

I want to be burnt at the stake (again)

I want a big goddess to come and turn me

into a Pheonix

Then back into a humyn

Then I'd know how to be a woman

For the first time.

Who can talk me off this ledge

Will it be the green of the trees

Filling up my cells

So I can move so i can breathe

Will it be a poet talking rainbow words

from behind my ears

Will it be the guard dog in me ...

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