Curtains Closed - Tenement

Paper snow, flakes of fire

Seven deaths in a row.

They burn up together

A brd upon the wind

Travelling all alone

That lost all its feathers

Do you believe me?

Do you Believe me?

I put up with all of the sticks and stones

To know that you mean me

Is it just a way to be in me?

or is it the real thing?

I don’t need these aching bones

If you don’t need me

Such as the wall up in the moon

With all of your curtains closed

When it’s all you know

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