Saturday night, the words falling from her lips

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Imagine a leaf	Steady these hands these hands steady these hands	anger is honest but not truthful	Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
They'd smell what body to body sounds like	At night, she still believes in him	Nothing could be close to quite like this	I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking
Motives are unclear. Methods are incidental.	My body falling into stars	Emily. Emily. Emily. Delete.	To die by your side
cane	she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand	I designed satellites	Onyx
curiosity	All her stiletto syllables	walking to the moon in my nightgown	Silhouette dreams
Of Blindness	of my own making, i walk a dark corridor, o my heart	In timeless valleys full of stars