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Part I: Smother

To Coincide with New Moon

I'm wasted, losing time

I'm a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we're not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree that I'm a suffocator

I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree that I'm a suffocator

Oh, no
I'm sorry if I smothered you

I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside my mother
Never to come out

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- Daughter