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We set up our mines and we both lost a leg So we learned to adjust with our leftover pegs But I swerve into you and you veer into me And we pass one another quite crookedly Now we gnaw at the bones of our phantom limbs The flesh is long gone not the marrow within I swallow yours down but it comes up again I swallow or spit to shoot for an end I try to digest your ghost-leg my friend But when I swallow you down, you just come up again |
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