the ghost that gives voice to love will always surrender.
you can read his will off the back of a letter signed, "goodbye"
A treaty blessed in the light of double crosses, the curve and the breath of you as you stand in the light, the conclusions have already been drawn, your lips parting like you are about to break a promise.
find the primitive side of love
mark all your territories
embrace the name for the face
sing songs of harvest for pennies
while walking walking walking
if you hitch rides to ghost towns
only ride in haunted cars
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