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with her name comes the morning light, with her eyes comes hellfire |
she wears a cloak with holes in it she apologizes when picking flowers she braids her hair she runs the same path and never grows tired of the sights she smokes cheap cigarettes she reads tarot cards she gives away advice that she cannot follow she collects she wears a gemstone around her neck on her fingers her ankle her ears three sparrows that she once knew fly across her wrist she has suffered she cries she falls into the same traps again and again she loves him no she doesn't she calls her grandmother she has been taken by the wind she picks locks she breaks rules her coats all smell of smoke she listens to rock and roll she drives too fast all her jeans are torn but some have flowers on them she dreams of whales her eyes are brown she writes stories she paints her nails she congregates in the forest she never sleeps she works at a grocery store she wants to run no she doesn't she left home she came back she's an antique she's afraid of birds but loves their songs she casts spells she heals with a stone and a blink of her eye a wave of smoking sage she can't whistle she can sing she stands on her toes she takes her vodka straight she'll tell your fortune but doesn't know her own she's friends with fate with destiny irony and philosophy though they don't always agree on everything she whispers secrets to the moon and laughs with the stars winks at saturn she keeps dozens of diaries and never finishes them she presses flowers she paints rocks she wears a bandana she sun paints freckles on her face a dream catcher around her arm tells her the time she reads old books with faded pages and dusty covers you'll never know her name she doesn't want you to. |