Let me drip from your skin,
First an itch, now the pins
To your needles, let me in,
You let it happen.
You were the words I once spoke,
Like you said, it wasn't provoked,
So I just stay between bad jokes,
And wait to be retold.
It's your wrist that brings you through,
That minute hand, hats off to you,
With its guess, it was then you knew,
That I was open.
But now its hard to bite my tongue,
One battle's lost, another is won,
And I could never say I'm done,
You know I wouldn't.
So leave you arm around my neck
An ivory wreath, sun-spotted specks
A pretty dress, for a nervous wreck
Please let me keep it
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