white black red
there they go
in a dance that was never meant to end
feeling like a virgin again
teddybear clutched to sleep
don't know what was
don't know what was
is this a mare from a distant star
is this a dream dreamt by a blossoming
maybe i am
there
quiet quiet calm no storm
there is someone
names dropped, fell on the floor
a stranger will come later through my door
alone but not alone
sharing but not
a delicate balance that could fail or fly
melodies weaving in
the warm sleepy coat
blankets innocent like years before
and no names were known
as violins rise
and violence subsides
and bleeding flowers cry
if i was
if i was
if i am
i will rise again
kissing the morning sun
pale like my breath
trying to grasp a spiteful of delusions
don't know what was
don't know what was
a lover
a star
a moon
a frozen lake
to dance on
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