Body unknown (x3)
I clasp your wrist, the edge cuts
Into the little finger
Its not the pain of skin wound
Its the mentalness that lingers
And your hair was wet, torrential tears
I always hear you crying
And I smelled you head, damp like a dog
That smell of damp dogs dying
Body unknown (x3)
You cry
Body unknown
You cry
Body unknown
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