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by MortalWombat
My love, you lie so deep beneath the flesh,
You lie so deeply tangled in my hair
I fear to root my fingers in the mesh;
I do not know for certain you are there.
You lie so deep, my love, and so unknown,
The heartbeat that I hear may be my own
Changed and confused by baffled walls of air.
My arms are not a prison, and I keep
No chains beside our bed, no lullaby
To bind you as you sleep.
So tell me why
Do you lie
Do you lie
Do you lie so goddamn deep?
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