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ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things

Here is the mouth
to kiss and tell you lies
 
Here are the arms
to hold you and push you away
 
We can find you feet for dancing
Ears for music and late night phone calls
Hair to wrap like a scarf when your neck is cold
Hands to write you a story
Even someone to take the electric shock
of all the things you want and need
your long long list of longing
 
What's the matter dear doctor, 
did you leave out a heart?
 
Well we all knew who the real monster was, didn't we.
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