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Grey Complexion - The Wrens

you got your mother call on the touch that you know so well

and it's in and old cure the palms that drip black honey

it's the steam that seeps from below

pull in the cords that froze over night

it's your gray complexion that I admire the most

in the aqua cement pit I placed the sugar on my tongue

so who will I call when I've decided to cease