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We awoke naked in starry eyes, sure of nothing and lost in northern nights of cold lonely dark
driving 600 miles backwards drinking theories of death and hiding yellow papers scribbled underneath the seats
driving 600 miles more while the world stood still in ignorance outside
finally escaping the ghostly daze of the north leaving her to rest in her freezing winter dreams and sadness
i gave you 20 years
jumping from windows to rooftops in the midnight mad town music while the gods only watched and cried for days
running like thieves through the rain to holy abandoned churches sleeping while the organs moaned until the shadows said it was time to go
collapsing on outskirt NYC beaches after an eight day hallucination of broken noses & homeless like her, sketches of death & blood washed off the street at 5 o'clock in the morning
smoking 1920s cigarettes sinking into the sand of our love, where innocence is only your innocence, pure, while the seagulls laughed and picked apart our brains
where the words from a voice is only your mind
finally following the music we searched for through the park that stretched for a thousand miles on broken wings
and at the center of the heart, found mercy and shouting children playing in the light dancing off trees greedy in the last moments of summer sun, found everyone together
you were all that was left with the blue moon
just metal and neon shapes crawling blind through staten island darkness, following old photographs and maps to restless san francisco
to endless nights alive burning candles in cardboard basements that burnt everything but your picture
spitting out wine spilling our words spinning in stanzas staining the carpet
flipping the record in studio apartments on burke avenue while lawyers drink blood that is money underneath hard wood floorboards
the wind screaming murder while thunder echoes over the ocean
you were all that i saw through the murky midnight air
but now your body washes out with the muddy morning tide as my last letters catch fire & we wake breathless and sure of nothing