I sleep on bed of nails
Dreams of you
Your skin
Your hair
The laugh in your eyes
Make me thrash
Flags of skin
Flutter
From
Iron teeth
You see me
And laugh
Why do you do
These funny things?
I cry
My tongue dries up
So I lie
And laugh with you
I am a mystic
I say
It’s all part of the job
Your mouth is serious
But your eyes
Never lie
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