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perfectly
This morning I woke up in my coffin
I was on the wrong side of my neck
to be precise I was before and after
myself
with a message that dreamed me
caught forever in my mouth
I hope I get to you in this promise
but I was already on the wrong side
of my pain
in the neck like a medal I wore backwards
intentionally
between stars this morning
I wore hope around my neck in a noose
that I knew was meant for someone else
but I woke up hopelessly
and it fit me perfectly
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