Draw Me For A Quarter

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Rip me in half
my sweet bleeding daughter
have the town painter
draw me for a quarter
as my one becomes two
I’ll tie the ropes myself
just to show how much I love you

we can laugh at each other’s ear bleeds
we can sit and watch our sweat bead
off the tips of our noses
we can die in contorted poses
arm behind back
leg over head
or we could just pretend to be dead
for purposes of attention
it’ll help us learn the difference
between trickery and intention

sew me back together
my daughter born
in these fields of heather
have the town stitcher
turn my torn flesh into a quilt
hang it on the living room wall
to remind yourself of the guilt

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