Desire hangs on for dear life on the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love And a glimmering shimmer of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm from a well in her wrist
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And the only thing that speaks the truth is the eloquence of passing time the spoken word is a jacket too tight.
There's a shimmering vision by the window pane a cellophane figure speaking in tounges from above
Theres the curve of a stone and the crest of a wave here are the lips that cracked and the sound that they made
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Desire hangs on for dear life on the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love. The grass spills out and catches a flame the trees stand up and scream there blissfullness.