“I'm made of hair and bone and little teeth

I think I cannot speak

I come on like a crippled plaything

My spine is just a string

I wrapped our love in all this foil

Silver tight like spider legs

I never wanted it to ever spoil

But flies will lay their eggs”

Tourniquet, by Rasputina

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