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The Figurehead - The Cure

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Sharp and open

Leave me alone

And sleeping less every night

As the days become heavier and weighted

Waiting

In the cold light

A noise

A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten

With spiders inside them

And dust on the lips of a vision of hell

I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year

A hundred other words blind me with your purity

Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance

I think about tomorrow

Please let me sleep

As I slip down the window

Freshly squashed fly

You mean nothing

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