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It is your rage I wear;
Dark stained alabaster
Marking me as your girl
Call me your little girl?
Love me with your passion--
You're acting of passion
Tearing at the building
Made with no foundation.
I stand defiantly
Inside the paper walls
To protect me from your
Passion, deep and moving passion,
Love me with your passion!
Bruise me with your passion!
Bracing for your passion,
I wait for the last huff
And puff of yours-- bad wolf
Pausing for the ashes--
Ashes, we all fall down.
You make us both fall down.
Father, please understand,
Your need to destroy me
Defines and erodes me
So we both fall deeply
Careening down towards earth
A fall from grace-- blame me,
Wings of wax you made me
It is your rage I wear!
I can feel it on me
I can feel it dripping
Down my skin, scarlet wings
Mottled delicate wings...
Blame me for my fall, please!
I took it so ill-equipped,
Call me your little girl!
Love me with your passion!
It is your pain I feel!
In fists and screams, I feel
Daddy, its not my fault
Go ahead and blame me:
Go ahead and break me!
Break my spirit and my
Meaning, please do daddy
Please let me hurt for you
'Til we see eye to eye
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She falls softly down from towering pedastools...
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