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We are Made of Platinum

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It’s February and you are teaching me division and sum,
In the background, the boy from eighth grade beats his drum,

my matchstick heart is trying to match the momentum,

I hope I end up in everyone’s photo album,
protons and neutrons make up an atom,

I hope you keep orbiting my kingdom,
Dear brother, I know you long for careless freedom,

How you spin around goodbyes as words of wisdom,

It’s a messed up little system,
things you would give as ransom,

For some income,
I am trying to wash away the hurt and the scum

She’s right here, aren’t you mum?

It’s been so glum,

He is drowning in capsicum and rum,
It’s a strange grief custom,

How we keep on sticking broken things with gum,
We are irreparable mum,

we are sad fragile shaped Chums,

Losing you was like missing out on the bounty of summer plums,
He is teaching me how to numb sadness with a sore thumb,

I am eating apple pie crumbs,
It will pass

It will pass

The bullets of grief,
We will shield ourselves

After all, we are made of Platinum.

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