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| Goddess reigns down in my line of vision There are tables and people sitting in the area near her But there might as well have been nothing Everything blurs and slips out of focus Like a blanket of locusts swarming in the distance The greatest day in june was slow and spiritless And just out of reach I heard her grand sigh Just over the sound of the refridgerator drone And the elegance of her movements Following the keys of a grand piano Our lips touch and mimic the sensation of breathing I can rewind and play back her memory Like the footage of a ghost wandering my home I can kill us both like children in a locust storm The piano wire wrapped around my neck Will consume in the key of E |