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Slip under

my skin, my armor,

my toys, my words,

be my eyes, my pride

I lie like an expert

and love like no one.

You are the voice I wish I could have

the messiest doorway I don’t have to duck under

because something in me knows

how many times I’ve been through it,

it’s late and this song is for you.

I don’t know how long

it will take me to sing,

I don’t know how tall

everything I give you stands.

Dying is easy-

it’s living that scares me to death.