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You have a pen name to hide beneath each written letter sent to me
you have a lover, one out of three
but no shame, no innate, fear of pain you're edging
And the midnight flights bring me closer
to the destiny of my exposure
but no rest for the impatient and no options for the pacing
it just takes me where it takes me
where it can, and there I am

Mass graves, the mortal cage for miles
clouds of death swim in my head
but we'll meet up when we're dead
like Houdini and Bess
when we get tattoos on our heads
Don't pretend you regret that
ink is thinner than blood and it runs on a shorter path
And I may not be the first but I'm sure as fuck that last you'll have

So please, sweet, sleep
I promise I won't even breathe, if it's not what you please
I swear, my sweet
You're all I need, my nightlight to read

Well I may be beyond having, but that don't mean you can't have me for a night
I regret exactly nothing, I believed that there was something to hide inside

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from Rare and Collectible Spirits, released February 28, 2014

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