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Dang

Dang

Don't hang me by your string theory
By threads or by necks
Or nails for that matter
It makes me weary
By the skim of my teeth
Of your design
Between yours and mine
For we all tread
On the thin line
As we hang out to dry
Skin
Although
We're in the thick of it
You know what I mean
Immortality
Is made of this
Heavenly bliss
So I hang my head
To avoid distress
While shame and guilt
Caress
Another fine mess
I should have seen coming
Before me


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