We were never taught the right lines to speak... words we both know~- they were too deep imperfect, too bright, so we wrote them shaking.... ....black Ink smeared with doubt.... and caffeine.... [whispered] (But it’s ours....) ...they asked us to give them something....pristine and true and we handed them..... a pulse..... Oooo Our truth, our mastepiece It not framed, not signed, not clean... Our truth, our mastepiece something honest, no in-betweens Our truth, our mastepiece Born from hours Our truth, our mastepiece utterly ours.... we never wanted to learn how to weave the words in complex web words that we read, words we thread, was never meant to...deceit... imperfect, too bright, and we wrote them shaking.... ....black Ink smeared with doubt.... and caffeine.... [whispered] (But they are no lies....) ...they asked us to give them something....pristine and true and we handed them..... a pulse..... oooo Our truth, our mastepiece It not framed, not signed, not clean... Our truth, our mastepiece something honest, no in-betweens Our truth, our mastepiece Born from hours Our truth, our mastepiece utterly ours.... If this falls apart! Let it fall in the most honest way No perfect lies Just our hands and scars.... oooo Our truth, our mastepiece It not framed, not signed, not clean... Our truth, our mastepiece something honest, no in-betweens Our truth, our mastepiece Born from hours Our truth, our mastepiece utterly ours.... Our truth, our mastepiece (...Our truth, our mastepiece....) ...we're here not for eyes.... ...but for the truth that is... ours.
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