she will fall on you like winter
you don't hear a thing but the beating of wings
as the lights go out
there you are
standing in the doorway
with a cigarette
you say, "hey rock n' roll. did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just playing the fool?
that shame is mine, ya know I've done it too."
19's fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22
she will come
to any whispered invitation
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