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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c417rIku6Iw&ab_channel=Portishead-Topic

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She took his bed, you understand?

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He didn’t court her,

There was no charade,

No feigned matrimony, 

No partnership-dance.

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She tore into his sheets

Like they were strips

Of elephant meat

And all she had, were teeth.

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She burst upon his bedframe

Like a shell of white phosphorous,

Burning into its varnished shape

A heart, and her initials.

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She ripped up all the wallpaper,

Made feathers from the pillows,

Obliterated the plaster

As a pestle to a mortar.

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She wanted his bed, so she took it.

And he loved her all the more

For that.

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She wanted him. So she took him.

And he loved her, more,

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For that.

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