dead dressed

one tenth of her. i feel her talking through my stand-up hairs. which of you, or does he touch them or is he daft. it's hard boys alone and old, it's really like her it wears her clothes. i might be, i might be. but you're not me and you don't know. i'm back in the mine. don't be afraid my love for you to die. it stands it's ground as i stand mine. the ex-flesh of the temperature, i'm just as beautiful as your light allows.