a shiver down my calcified spine
a thrill down deep
could you hear it
all those foul words from my twisted tongue
i never meant for them to reach you
could you let us rest until the smoke settled
and youll see it was empty shells fired from the tips of my fingers
i dont have a gun to aim at you, my love
when again the stars feel like wide open lit windows on cold atumn nights
let the fresh air in
let me glide through your space
and feel your walls from the inside
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