When you paint paint, from that gray canvas
When you pass sweets, from that fruit passes
When you enter holy mother, love in pieces
When you arrive, deny fulô
Tar Doll
Jet Flower
You make me seem less alone
Less alone
You make me seem less dust
Less dust
When you Speak bullet, in my old west
When you dance, you launch an arrow, a slingshot
When you look, it wets my disbelieving eye
When you land a warm, smooth moth
The blood soaks the shirt
You make me look less alone
Less alone
You make me look less dust
Less dust
When you say, what no one It says
When you want, what no one wanted
When you dare blackboard so I can be chalk
When you burn, flaunt your web full of tricks
When you make my flesh sad, almost happy.

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