I Would Dance for You, Mr. Bones

in a room’s dark turnaround, and ten dancing earths, the eyes know all your memories/ and every word before in silence, rogues, demons, swallowing underworlds whose only secret was that there was a deep rush every amazing day/ now, like ships/ steering for their dreams/ and i would dance for you, mr. bones/ as if broken hearts could be nonexistence reconstructed/

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