Luyện nghe bài hát Maps In Her Wrists And Arms

In the tent of and lace
Vultures pick at a carcass that by hand
to decay
Waits to hear the
Of their wings slowly heave as they fly
Some will stay for
There's maps in her and arms
And the dust lies like snow the bed
Glowing white, a sculpture of
Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted
in her mind
If she too near
It shatters so quickly, leaves behind
The old sighs
Sometimes she lifts her eyes
The room has with flowing sheets of silk
There's maps in her and arms
And the morphine terror bread and bliss
In the tent of powder and
She can some violins, watches the strings
Threading through the