[00:26.72]She used to see you in the lights
[00:32.99]Like a lotus in blossom, glittering
[00:40.39]Soft opossum dog hopeless in want
[00:44.57]Searching, skin like a queen
[00:53.28]Her silhouette hurts me though
[00:56.99]Under the glove of recent moons
[01:00.88]The waxy glow and silk cut jaws
[01:03.57]All smothered by her charcoal snow
[01:06.14]If I could take this ghost into me
[01:10.75]Pulling inside tenderly, I could not
[01:17.54]Nighttime skin, glistening and remembers
[01:20.98]But the beating bird inside its lonely iron cage forgot
[01:26.87]So alone this nocturne goes
[01:32.09]Frail fluttering moments seeping out
[01:35.94]Drink them in
[01:37.00]Greedily as prose
[01:40.15]By putrid, red wine stained stalls
[01:42.47]And cheap laughing candlelight
[01:44.73]Before they are out of the reach of lips,
[01:48.18]And tumbling sweetly into the close
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