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Brittle Stilts
Oh, speaking my real thoughts
Makes me feel foreign
Who am I
Who breaks down
Brittle and broke
Stilt legs
To balance out my balance beam
To make up my mind
And smooth the sheets
Wrinkle curls on my bed
That cling under the cold
And use it as an igloo island
Deserted
Brittle and broke balance beam
That tiptoe down
Helps me make decisions
Of what is right and what is wrong
Stilts
