Maps On Her Wrists

Dust is on the Big Grey Box Again,

Looks like the Number 6,
Remember it,
Forget Perfect ,
Stop crying,
You laugh every time,
Take that little Nap,
Shine effortless like the moon off the glass shore ,
Maps on your blue starry wrists,
Who has time?
Ink Arrows pierce impermanent hearts,
Nobody saw no blood,
A tall man in a wrinkled blue shirt,
Walks right through it,
"Hell of a hootenanny you have here! What's that smoking on her sleeve?"
Let us stare,
Get a good look at it,
Come on,
Swallow metal pills,
Come on,
Hollow thrill,
Come on
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