greg freeman – souvenir heart lyrics
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you came as a bird in a dream to my bed
your talons sharp, your wings dark and splintered
you were born in fall and never left that state
i was born in the middle of winter
in the grasp of your palm and your pale craning neck
you looked like some kind of martyr
is it the [?] that defines all the bones in your back
or the pierced skin makes you harder
i was [?] through the stacks of a souvenir heart
i will work ’til my hands start to blister
like a papier+mâché artifact i will not be afraid
when my loneliness crumbles
l walked last night
the road to your house
i felt calm and capable
my heartbeat patient
and the [?] hymns
i thought i heard the funeral
trying to [?]
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