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9. All Eyes

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I heard you so loud, in the vacuum of the scream was a city on fire - its streets as white as teeth. Our car had broken down so we took the taxi into town. The neon burning your kiss into my mouth. All my seeds had been sown. All my cards had been dealt.

At your bedside, morning’s yellow cotton rags stained the bed sheets on the empty bed. So say it out loud - say it once more for old times. Your lips burning with those cotton candy lines. Either way you’ve sold out and you’re suddenly all eyes to see it coming.

The seas will rise. God will take her place, and the singers - all bad li...


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