I will return here one day
and dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and strings and hair
and that old tooth I believe was a bear's
I held my hand in the fire
it burned me down to the wires
blood suckers hide beneath my bed
And black fumes of skin so gently bled
I slept with a cat on my breast
slowing my heart stealing my breath
at sunrise the monkeys will fly
and leave me with pennies in my eyes
I will return here one day
and dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and string and hair
and that old tooth I believe was a bear's
at sunrise the monkeys will fly
and leave me with pennies in my eyes
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