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• Artiste: Mal Madrigal
• Titre: Cold Teeth
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Cold aching teeth, to the soles of my feet. You said I couldn't be any safer or free. On mendicant legs, on pharmacist sleep, I held out my hand, Said, " Would you hold my hand?" Black cavity. Through the whole of your chest The sugar is free, though hard to digest. I held my tongue, the way you bit my lip. I kiss with my blood. I kiss with my blood. And you, I've called you my friend. And this, we'd see through to the end. Our dreams are bound by a bandage of skin. So let the healing begin. Lives, traded so bold. Bartered and sold, a paper plate faith and throwaway soul. Time, tried and exposed. I guess we're just getting old. These aching teeth and worn down old soles. Oh I was just a stranger to something greater. To something unknown. Oh I was just a stranger, to something grater. On a path far from home.