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heart of the matter, truth be told

i couldn't lie to save my soul

not to save my soul

it is like an anchor that's been chained up to my chest

fell into the ocean and laid my skin to rest

in the coral, and the pearls

my bones act like little girls

shaking chains like shoulders

boulders rolling over

seashells on the table

sleep if i am able

 i am just a poor girl

wanting something peaceful

underwater, understand

i have trembling hands and

they have different plans

than this dry land

like a dream the

heart of the matter

is harder to fathom

full control

nobody quarrels,

all is still

she swim like a river

take what you can give her

grow some gills

shaking chains like shoulders

boulders rolling over

seashells on the table

sleep if i am able