| Cindy breaths with a sigh As she pushes her hair back Speaking in hush tones and a lunar sway I begin to imagine the apocalypse of this world In dark clothing and the shy smile of an angel I notice the way she puts her head down when she laughs Maybe shes affraid of drawing attention to herself I just met her but I'm already in such a daze I crazed about how she does move so slow Cindy breaths with the promise of morning Speaking quietly Like an intoxicating visionary dream I feel her grand sigh in the wearing of the earth In her earth She is slipping through my cupped hands Oh God what if she slips through my hands And what if she speaks in that soft tone again I wondered if she could finally bury me in the sky And put me with the fires and ash of the ever I want to bath in her aura And fall asleep in the hair she pushes past her ear Her name was Cindy Just Cindy And we had just met |
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