put your fingers to your lips... the words lingering like spit dribling down glistening in the light of sin... dried by the wind... climbing inside my head like little gremlins... they brought their own sticks to beat these drums... sharp and on point peircing the lambskin stretched accross the cartiledge frame... apart from my name you called for me... startled my rest...
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