She Sings

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She sang about this ancient thing


And how its all green 


 


To me its blue 


And leaves a bruise inside me


Where no else can see 


 


As soon as the word comes out 


It leaves an aftertaste 


The copper of a penny 


 


The fresh blood 


From biting my lip


From waiting for a kiss 


 


The anticipation of it 


Leaves rings around the moon


And rings under my eyes 


 


Shit 


Just shit 


I'm so fucking tired 


Of waiting for it


 


So I won't 


I don't 


Like the taste 


of copper 


anyway 

Created: Mar 13, 2012

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