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letra de she dwindles her fingers - pip proud

she dwindles her fingers as she waits to speak
awaits to hear her own words echo
she ties [?] out like naked acrobats
and she is slowly constructing her dreams
for it is all too slow, she knows
and [?] and sings like wire
and the wind frustrated whip and stings them tighter
the light falls watery weak, the blue glass at her feet
she speaks of how she is frightened
and it is only to herself for she is alone
and the light seeks to wash her feet as the words might have a companion
shе builds her hair, her lips she pouchеs
she sinks beneath her skin
she centers her essence that she might be bold, obscure, and wild
to the man that demands his collection
and she fix-marks her pace
she seems transfixed and walks with her hands collecting
the whole of her character
she’s keeping it for the man and his stubble
he comes to her and she takes him in
and the visiting doesn’t matter
it’s like having t–th filled
it’s like eating b-tter
you just take it and beat it and like it
her brain is soft rubble
she shakes and it tumbles, it rolls and it rattles
and the light pool doesn’t cool it
so soon he’s off, he’s left his sword
soon he’s off, and his vacancy shadow seems to remain
he says he wants candy, yellow and plenty
he says it’s all out of his mouth
and the poor shadows can’t stand
light and quite forgotten
and the feet that still wind are not rotten

- pip proud

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