How long do you figure it'll take to end up under fingernails, diggin' in the dirt? Dig out my hands, my dear. Put me under/in soft wood and please let my blood be. Say, "Rest in peas rest in peas rest in peas here, my dear." Dig out my barren skull, sucked dry by worms. Muck it up with sticks & feathers, string & shells, broken plates & tiny pieces.
He said: roll mine over a flimsy boat (we both were killed by a wolf). Drafting plans for each other, to tell our mothers what to do. He wants to be in the ocean, under electricity (an island of it).
How long do you figure it'll take to end up under fingernails, diggin' in the dirt? Dig out my heart, my dear.
(but I mean literally, that last part)
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