midnight, midnight
with all your grace
in curving hips
a blind man's sight
ruby red, ruby red
flowing down
your chin and neck
straight to your head
remember, remember
the glint of diamonds
across a litling room
burn in december
almond eyes, almond eyes
a number in morse code
nothing to it but a price
underneath God's falling skies.
1 month ago
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