It’s a name
A name that is wearing me
Like a book jacket
Zipped on my lips
It’s a name
A name that is not crying me
Neither am I crying it
But it dwells in me and it weeps
It’s a name
A name that is cracking me
With wounds that are forgotten
Like gaps in my history
It’s definitely a name
And if names have a name
Its name must be something
Yes something, but a mystery
A name that is wearing me
Like a book jacket
Zipped on my lips
It’s a name
A name that is not crying me
Neither am I crying it
But it dwells in me and it weeps
It’s a name
A name that is cracking me
With wounds that are forgotten
Like gaps in my history
It’s definitely a name
And if names have a name
Its name must be something
Yes something, but a mystery
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