What can you say to the bleating pie eyes of every woman you've ever loved?
street lamp reflections
blown glass hearts
throw stones
crack in throats
you stand up in the middle of the street.
milky light bleeds from your window on the top floor.
get inside!
Maybe you didn't love her anyway.
but today's clear black night is
not the one
to have shards of glass
stuck in your palm.
street lamp reflections
blown glass hearts
throw stones
crack in throats
you stand up in the middle of the street.
milky light bleeds from your window on the top floor.
get inside!
Maybe you didn't love her anyway.
but today's clear black night is
not the one
to have shards of glass
stuck in your palm.
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