she loves her little knick knacks
with her cords on right
an electric smile
shining through the night
wheres your light go girl
streaming cross the sky
into the tube wrapped in gifts
into someone elses telescope
pulse with the right
i cant see for the night
when she waits in that dress
i could be there for the vent
but these old walls want to fold
when the ceiling is lifted
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