i stand beside the shadows
darkness of your eve
the hands of your night
how you make me shake and heave
i dance to my left
throw to my right
how the sun could make you
my moon tonight
we frolic through the grass
i write your hues
your strong hands
how your love made me prune
fading within
the death of your might
my hatred sings blues
the tears feel like fuel
we flip without a switch
wilt without bore
you spin me like tires
i never felt crazy before
rough hands
words by dominic riccitello
words by dominic riccitello
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