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| through the sounds of Miles of smoke and sorrow distant laughter drifts down on the thick night air moonlight dances on the water reflecting the strong gaze of a stranger watching me catch the sweat on my drink as I wonder now at all the hearts that break themselves over the heat of moments like these |
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| he said I was as pretty as an Arizona sunrise but feeling rather dark I couldn't bring myself to believe him me? girl of broken black feathers and cast away stone it hurt to walk back out into the bitter night alone but a feeling of deliverance kissed me as I fell into bed with my dirty laundry instead of a stranger |
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| indian summer | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| the scent of curry and tobacco sad truth and laughter firelight reflecting the sparks that fly between us for the moment I've forgotten just how high a wire we're wildly swinging on staggering from the rush of liqour and lust left to our own devices and lost into the night wandering down her avenues of chance not yet able to give that piece of my soul that I know you dream to see shine so for now you make due with the stars in my eyes |
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| gifts | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| wearing nothing but your gift of polished green stones around my wrist where the pressure of your touch was missing same jade as your eyes I close mine and feel as though I could sell a piece of my soul just to watch you smoke in front of my window gazing at me softly holding back the morning so that I may finally drift to sleep |
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