.Blame the fingers that ran through her hair; now my head
Has some running to do back in bed
Where trees meet the stars on her skin
And expectations beg to dig in
She found me sealed in this jar>Preserving and fermenting the demons that dwell in the bar>Where I said you'd be min.
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