Like Your Shadow

August 19, 2012
Our love is the baking sand
The reason for the spaces between the knuckles on my hand
Hypnotic like the sliver of silver
I am the victim, addicted to the killer
I want you to knit a scarf out of my hair
Even when the wind blows, feel me forever near

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