she looked so real i couldn't bring myself to hold her muster up the sky is funeral blue as anxious earth unrolls before and behind you a glued face to a window is where godess refuses intervention a glued face to a window is a face instead of you unsteady on glossy feet the city's recycled son packing an unheard-of heat in his tight jeans levi's two neon virgin marys flashing in his scrambled eyes or remember when norfordville we'd went to do when you'd thrown away important that day way back in her ageless beauty the clouds pissed all of this passionate intensity
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