papercut sometimes I lose my voice Slipping between the lines Pretty papercut melted in my side Wings folded neatly around my eyes and it's summer almost so we mustn't sit still pollen collects on unused things go for a walk, but don't forget your helmet it's all getting out of sight as We try to live their life. and all these days we are preparing the words to hand to our daughters and our empty folded glove searching for the meaning under you. . . and I can't remember what it's like to hold a dream or to close my eyes and remember what I see. so who's fault is it when there's nothing left to say when days have past and lifetimes are given leash it's my turn to speak but the razorblades and masquerades choose the words frozen on their precious temples. . . 'don't forget to live.'
3-09-97
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