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Sculptor
Luluc
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Sitting with the politicians
Suiting up, these rags need stitching
How'd I get to this part of the plane?
A nomad riding a luxury train, in the sky
Do politicians wanna be musicians?
A rock star with a party line
A folk tune we know the words to
Empty sounds, resounding sounds of nothing
The ladies dancing the safety demonstration
Painted faces nothing out of place
Would they stay that way if we tumbled to crash?
Perfect dolls, would we float?
Salted, washed, lifted, lost, but found somewhere else
Found somewhere else
Taken by light
Brightest on the other side
Let me know the colour and trace of my worst fears
And face them without a tremor
Without the slightest sense of dread
But as the ghost of my unruly head made to see its own kind
Its own creation
And a final place
The most beautiful, serene sculpture my hands could make
Could trace, could make
Could trace, could make
Could trace, could break
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