Created | Updated Oct 27, 2004
Missing out on something
I'm pushing for a point
Lacing my throat
With a silver thread
Spun from those clouds
Cut my strings, I'll push away
It's taken one long year
To forget all I learnt
In this sickened honey jar,
City of lights,
City of sweets.
Cut my strings, I'll fall away
Pushing out my rust
Crying away my oils
Leave my buttons be
Leave my buttons please
But
Cut my strings, I'll push away.
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