Like a skeleton's bones
Laid out before me on the floor
One, two, three, four
The components of your insides
Hidden; estranged; hermitage
These are all that I know
One, two, three, four tiny bones
I greedily keep them closer to me
Then the heart in my chest
Is there more to your insides, girl?
Or is this all you have to show me?
Like a mystery with no climax
I measure, study, and diagram
The components of your insides
In hopes that there's something more to you
Perhaps, that you can't even find.
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