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Beets bleed and tables have legs I boiled up a feast and the table it ran away A bloody mess. I need to stop singing in code To start ringing true only because true rings only. Keep away from me I am full of terrible things. Elbows Elbows and knee -pads Can you believe that That i still need them? Scissors in window-boxes I buried three pairs Can you see how hard it is? Keep away from me I am full of terrible things. My lazy shape is armed in dirty clothes My arms are worn and scarred with beauty marks So they can tell my lazy shape apart from other shapes With hearts and human parts. Beware Where i am is where the channels run bare The canals run bare. And there's much to be scared from That didn't wash up til everything dried up. Keep away from me I am full of terrible things But if you love the terrible Then please be near to me.