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Turquoise bones bound in almond skin
Wrapped around a boy called Him
The wind is her lover, the sky is her man
She’s never been loved, she doesn’t know if she can
She locks herself in a free-willed prison
A ring on each finger, she’s made her decision
She’s got ugly hands she tries to hide
She flaunts them in fear and pretends it’s pride
She speaks her own language of God and sin
She has a quiet tongue but the loudest pen
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