once we played hiding (and seeking) games
ran away (and)
you didn't even wait to hear me say goodbye
your telephone
raging like a bull
you turned this tranquil head to hell
charging
stockings red and spread your legs
follow them to where they
with cold hands you turn away
and in your cold
i watched you dance
i watched your hair hang low
the waves that crash down your face
burn your eyes
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