bite her tongue
feel through the tightropes
be my ghost
with forty glowing stars
keep yourself at the wheel, alright?
do these again with pencil
memorize the passageways in my attention
listen and perhaps find a world
that's there without ink
i mention him as each to the best
am of a whim and back out into you
curse you all with any more of that life
of my last friend in town
i'm still wearing black for you
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