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My life grows on your sleeve
Fed on mildew and tea
Now something’s happened
Something strange and beautiful
We made something usable
Out of pain
And
It’s now beating again
Ribcage made out of tin and
Sloe emotion
And this, how it is, how it is, how it is
For the lost and found
And this, only this, only this kiss keeps me from
Falling down
And we made this complicated mess of
Etc, and ladeda
Into this
Little bliss
