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Get a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe rungs of me be under, under youI’ll cut the soft pockets, let bleedOver the rocky cliffs that you leaveTo peer over and not forget what feet areSplitting threads of thunder over meThat I might see with my chest and sinkInto the edges round youInto the lakes and quarries that brinkOn all the edges round you, round you, round youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe lungs of me be crowns over youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe rungs of me be under, under youI’ll cut the soft pockets, let bleedOver the rocky cliffs that you leaveTo peer over and not forget what feet areSplitting threads of thunder over meListen closely, closely to the floorEmitting all its graces through the poresYou make a fine shrine in meYou build a fine shrine in meThat I might see with my chest and sinkInto the edges round youInto the lakes and quarries that brinkOn all the edges round you, round you, round youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe lungs of me be crowns over youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe rungs of me be under, under you