Scaffolding

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I waited until dawn for you to tell me

that you loved me more than the monsters under your bed

But those are just words

and  I expected too much

from a ghost

posing as a living man

Make me a living doll

without nails and screws

to hold all my parts together

Breathe life into me

Let me walk without crutches

Paint me skin without the stitches

Bathe me in blood and call it red water

I will believe every lie that you tell me

If you meet me at dawn

at that beach

you know the one

 

 

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