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
Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases	Pale Blue Eyes	soft swish of tires on the streets, and my face in the mirror came as a dark surprise	Tell me about my contradictions
At night, her eyes closed, she would	She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms	All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved	The tips of your fingers brush the inside of my memory
Almost, if I close my eyes	etouffee	It is easy to remember you, lost in the music	her eyes can't find you at first
Above the crowd, up to where being small is an advantage.	White and still	Whisps of white sugar on a plate of warm pancakes	Sex with your best friend
Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again	Friends with benefits	regret	misti blu

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