Luyện nghe bài hát Maps In Her Wrists And Arms

In the of powder and lace
Vultures pick at a carcass that by hand
to decay
Waits to the sound
Of their wings heave as they fly away
Some stay for days
There's maps in her and arms
And the dust like snow around the bed
Glowing white, a of bone
Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted
Shivers in her
If she too near
It shatters so quickly, leaves behind
The old lady
Sometimes when she her eyes
The room has filled flowing sheets of silk
There's maps in her wrists and
And the morphine surges terror bread and
In the of powder and lace
She can hear violins, watches the strings
Threading through the