Woman of the night, ticking for dreams, slipping into those streams, throughout the night.
Your name, begins with a letter, holds hands with a sense of hope, retains me for a moment, and then I am gone.
Slippery fish, only ever a dish of the day, nobody will remember, me, when the sun sets.
Cancel the strokes, falling on the canvas, let the heart scream aloud, fragments of old wounds.
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