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Return to Cups |
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I buried my desire for you |
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In a subconscious shallow grave |
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The dogs of my psyche continue to sniff and paw |
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At the corpse of unrequited whatever it was |
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Occasionally they pull out bone fragments |
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Leave them scattered about the floor |
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I always step on them in the dark |
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It still hurts... whatever it was |
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