hear me spit on you, wither i
remold into gold and bury i from – sun
reborn left to sigh, recure maybe i’ll
be born and simplify – the way i lie – before
i get bored
i’m bored
repent by you and trust to figure out
i burn that gift to doll and let it shine before
i get bored
i wish for a real one
fit and confide, before me or i
i will come clean, it gets worse – it’s more
i get bored
i wish for a real one

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