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had dreams of crystal
in a nightclub
lying beside my distant friends
heard a twist
so I did as I heard
turned and beckoned was beckoned
back home to arms
all we wanted in neon was heat
my hands are padlocks
hers were glued timber

I don’t and don’t don’t don’t expect a national anthem a call to the chest, slipped in my throat
just wanted to part lips
whisper nothing
taste
taste