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It doesn't matter what I stick to the walls
They only come alive with you inside.
It doesn't matter where the sickness resides
You are the hour arm I'm swinging from.
A native away and a tourist at home,
Please pin the borders back.
This city will help me spit my teeth again,
Just pull on the rib-like wire to watch me sail and spin.
This city will help me out in getting out
Just pull on the collarbone coil.
It took a year to stop and focus my eyes
They wandered long enough, then stuck and shut.
I never knew i'd jump the yawning divide,
Now all the other ruts don't seem so tough.
This truck could loosen up its cargo so much
That it leaves a trail that we will follow
Until it reaches some great shining wall.