Killing time, killing the sun
My skin stretches, stitching along my breast
The day ends, I breathe smoke
My friends are dead
My stars are lost, like my marbles
My Blood is warm within my skin
Stretched, stitched, along my breast
What the heck?
I went and did my best
And my God I really tasted something swell
And for a moment why, I even touched the sky!
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