Leave the gun on the table
There are no villains in this story

He was the killer hiding in sheets
Invading dreams of wine orchards and paper skin

Sun pours through you
We danced in these moments once
Still now

Finding reasons to bend promises and merge truths

Tears soften granite and wash away plots
We dance again, but you lead

I forget how the song goes

Brushing wet strands from your lips
I kiss away wrong turns and contracts
It’s funny how love

Can wash away memories


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