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| A r t i s a n I n e b r i a t e d |
| Would you walk these glass hallways Softly, into me, A silhouette god Towering, Trace your footsteps along my secret hollows... And there on the shore, Lose our eyes in the throbbing sea, A red blister sun falling. And old staircases, They're never the same, And afterglow Your evanescent halo As morning light Crashes in cocaine dreams. Quietly, these cotton sheets Your porcelain skin Cold and smooth--- We drift. |