her wail so fieryand tender alla sugary birdgone hoarsesliced by guitarssurrounded by drumsa tussleresurrecting memories ofnails cut and painted plumhead cocked just soaimed at who elseglossy raven bangsbrushing aboveseething indigo eyesrolling over themselvesas they do nowwhile this precious song isstolen from a gorgetwo decades deepwhen such thingsfused my soft skull togetherdespite ditching and drivinghitting mock-oneat…

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