She was inside the music, with her eyes closed

We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves	In the bathrooms and the bad motels	She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.	The girls avoid band inflicted neck hickeys
Pale Blue Eyes	Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases	soft swish of tires on the streets, and my face in the mirror came as a dark surprise	All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms	At night, her eyes closed, she would	It is easy to remember you, lost in the music	Almost, if I close my eyes
etouffee	Above the crowd, up to where being small is an advantage.	Tell me about my contradictions	White and still
Whisps of white sugar on a plate of warm pancakes	regret	Friends with benefits	The tips of your fingers brush the inside of my memory
Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again	Involuntary Dialogue	Close your eyes...and go back

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