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Like a cabbagetown rubby reaching for the copper on Bleeker StreetLike a coconut commoner combing through the needles on any beachLike you want to knowWhat you need to knowSmiling to the cameraLooking for the window that no one seesI want to go walkingWalking with youLike a calico mother waiting for the moment to hold her kneesLike my borrowed reflection crawls into the space of an empty sheetLike the world is your buoyAnd the moon is your defenseLike the horror of the naked eyeLooking at the mark of a leaky penCover me with pomegranatesTill I see my royal partnerI will be the queen of spadesThen I will measure timeAs if it flowed from mirrorsUnder heaven's wakeLike a blood-borne baby squints into the light and begins to breatheLike the moment I close my eyes on the edge of sleepLike the rumour of joyOr the musings of griefDance with me a second timeTill I feel the blood in my feet
Like a cabbagetown rubby reaching for the copper on Bleeker StreetLike a coconut commoner combing through the needles on any beachLike you want to knowWhat you need to knowSmiling to the cameraLooking for the window that no one seesI want to go walkingWalking with youLike a calico mother waiting for the moment to hold her kneesLike my borrowed reflection crawls into the space of an empty sheetLike the world is your buoyAnd the moon is your defenseLike the horror of the naked eyeLooking at the mark of a leaky penCover me with pomegranatesTill I see my royal partnerI will be the queen of spadesThen I will measure timeAs if it flowed from mirrorsUnder heaven's wakeLike a blood-borne baby squints into the light and begins to breatheLike the moment I close my eyes on the edge of sleepLike the rumour of joyOr the musings of griefDance with me a second timeTill I feel the blood in my feet
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