Could the black
Cars prOWl more
Slow?
When it rains
It rains so---
Slow in my mind
It’s like bullets
Are swallowed
Into these paVemenTs
StuDDed with Gold.
Hold each dOOr
For me
Bend the LIGHT for me
Make me sEE
How you Feel for me,
But I can’t love you
Not yoU.
His were eyeS
Real hands to be HELD
Mouthing words,
Hit me like GOLD,
Never hearing
What was s@id
But hIS lips move
forever
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