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Stain your shell in red
Act on my request
Suspend me by the neck
Make me whole again

A familiar face
A bed of thorns
A minor scent from where you were

Let your garden grow
My eyes still twitch for nothing
Loosen your empty hands
My heart still beats for nothing

I'm new, but a duplicate
Grown from a nourished bed
I long for a hologram, a replica, something exact
Stain

A hand, a ring, a special place,
a sea of red from which you came

Let your garden grow
My eyes still twitch for nothing
Loosen your empty hands
My heart still beats for nothing
Take me by the hand
Be my architect in grey
Sell yourself to me
My eyes still burn to this day

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