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In Glass HousesI want to twist myself to suit the day Tomorrow's flavor tastes of change I'd make myself this pretty thing If it suited what I was currently lovingIn Glass Houses
I want hair that's made of straw and grass I want blacker eyes and skin of glass I want punched-in holes that come for free I want to claw and bite at hypocrisy
Black's the new black and black's the new white Cinnamon words make wrong the new right I want to be the one who you want but the one you can't have Out of mind, out of body, I want to be out of sight
I want to butter up this callous mind I
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Love, Marion
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"Put on the complete suit of armor from God that YOU may be able to stand firm against the machinations of the Devil." Ephesians 6:11
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When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
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