fade in wine bottles
Strangers......fade in wine bottles
of one night stands of no Bethlehem
Drugs wear their affects so slowly
and raising troubles blow into him,
like a cactus in a desert of no watering.
Shines are the arcs missing golden eyes
and the blame's missing when I close
and I open to wishing these in' demons
silently but open before I catch you gently
as you almost fall down a hall,
and again, I catch you
before you reach the floor.
I can stare in awe of I told you
as the goddess so closes the door
Those blues are color of your blouse
and in between I can wish about
No swift to the hurt upon your lies.
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