Jamie Dewyer Biography

his eyes mine line
this face for what
worth is forward
blood and sweat spent
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time to speak
from below the breaches
the seaweed wraps the scarlet
leeches
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you said prayers backwards into dust
and formed a circle of untrust
you rusted when the rain came down
from spouts inside your lies
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this gift to map ages with whispers from sages that breathe in my skeloton
stings like a curse

her hands are made Porcelain
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this seance is all that is holding us up from
the water that has come through the door
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