miss x-ray
daughter of madame curie
you see right to my bones
on a wall - white upon black
feelings scars dreams
might as well undress at once
its all to pick up throw away
you're carrying the key
the recipe fully spelled
the taste of me might not remain
the whole skeleton analysed
up and down to and from
now the fun is gone
you see it once more
no miracle awaits
left is only to view you
pack all the pieces
in a suitcase and leave
my body yesterday's muscles
arms hanging down
no bones raise me up
can't even look straight
please now remember
don't try to come back
careful of love - improving the armour
new bones i'm growing
the old ones won't fit
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