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• Artiste: Hey
• Titre: Guardian Angel
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Every Thursday my angel comes he knocks on the door of fate though everything inside him screams he prostitutes himself for me and his humiliation wraps itself around me with protective incantations so I don't have to pray the world is laid open for me I'm the lightness, I'm the dream I'm the little toe of your foot the great of the world serve me my forehead is free of worry and my body's pure in my white dress string of amber my shoes are made of moss nothing disturbes me in my merriment the only story is of I yesterday angel said no a dark star is over my head my old face is wrinkled and cracked scary is my shaking hand fruit of fear cracks inside of me I start to pray again feet are bleeding I'm the dirt from under your nail and I pray to be invisible my angel left me yesterday