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Storms

when the storms blow in
I cradle your bones
flesh pressed upon flesh �
moments of high electricity �
as sky begins her show �
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I empty my bottle � �
and you yours �
twin peaks permeate �
the choir of your haze �
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I stand in the music � �
your smokey comfort �
pondering my wasted life,
til now �
caressing your femina � �
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addiction pulls me closer �
stuttering across ancient memories �
noticing nothing �
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my mind wanders forward �
undeveloped �
undressed in thought �
nickers tossed � �
towards the stage �
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I sing on � �
staring deeply � �
into what I dually crave �
those forever eyes �
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