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Unclothe yourself

Burn in the sun

Peeling yourself away

They cut you down

Dance with your enemy

Spiders in harmony

Cut glass inside of me

They close today

Chased on a bed of nails

Crushed today

You yearn for another day

To hold you down

You kissed by an enemy

You live here in harmony

A seldom battering

They cut you down

Too late…