I curse these lonely hearts
That drop bombs on cities
And flood streets with poison
You have bruised me blue
They run deep and won't heal with time
I fear the oncoming storm
It's brewing and stewing
Breaking bridges
Blooding noses
Skipping stones
You were never true to me
Unlike this needle rain that pricks
my skin
And prices me cheaply
Like candle ghosts haunting dreams
Every footstep carries in this place
I fear the flood
The flood
The flood
And the cold embrace of water filled lungs
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