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like violins stolen
moving like the thickening sleet
getting drunk in shadow
her breath castles of smoke
down my throat

home
sleep on my mind like
a savage night
breaking broken eyelashes
to make a bed for country might
oh, my crushed dream
keep me up in the sun
it’s green like our leaves
counting her fingers
like they don’t run out
won’t on me

what a sickly tune
broke strings to nauseate
shoving to make me stop shaking
she laughs because it’s fucked, friend
in my city she
in the country estate
she got stopped for driving drunk
honey dreams on my shoulder
crying because
we meant an infinite mile