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i use a pincushion for a pillow. i sew steel wool blankets. i press my hands to my eyes to see the stars that guide me through my anxiety. nights navigating the ceiling. there's no sense in traveling today in circles, so set your sights on me. it's hard to sleep with miles ahead bearing down on me, and someone so intent on loving me. who knows where my strength lies? you're so assured, with patient hands i can be lured. darling my eternal no turns yes for you. From Letras Mania