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- 50 Fingers
If you were a diamond I would dig you up
And use you to cut
These belt straps from my feet
They've been tightening for weeks
I can move my little toe and if I concentrate
In a day or two I could move more
In a day or two I could be air-bound
- Fangs
I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well
Your mouth was on fire and bone sore
I know you dug for years below the ground
You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights
In an instant your predator hands reached to the throat
I knew you were waiting to die the whole time
- Rare Bird
A glass airplane, circles over every jaw looking up
Fear of a name, cursive in the porous spots
And if you are a rare bird, build me into what you need
These wings, could skin the surface of a hundred knees
We are, plummeting down aboard this raging star