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[epilepticshiver]

I remember your shape, as it was in the light
the shoulderblades, the line they carved.
I could have sworn our bodies froze in place.
we might have seen our breath that night
in the light from passing cars.
the same ghosts you could never quite erase.

you said you could, you never had the right.
the same light strikes you not so hard,

I guess I've never had a choice I had to face.

I'd keep you up, you breathe like me
your breath is warm, and your eyes can see
and your eyes are brown, and your face is calm
laying brazen now, with outstretched arms.

in stilted rooms like burial tombs
the audience pushes fingers
out of their cocoons.
the band that's playing, the conductor too
by darkness lingers,
and by dark is consumed.

and all those gorgeous girls, eyes like stinging firelight
they'd crumble if you touched
their auburn hair.
but I'll sing, I'll stand, I'll go out tonight,
I won't care so much,
I won't care.