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and they'll sell them for nothing,
a cheap watch or locket
that kind of gold washes off..
and the sad act like lepers,
they stick to the shadows;
they long to ring bells of warning to tell of their coming,
so that the pure can shut their doors,
and the angry are animals
senseless and savage,
they act without order in logical lapses,
they stain their mouths with blood.

so take my hand,
this barren land is alive tonight,
oh and the corn has grown stalks
that form a wall too high
but the wind carries sounds that I can't see from beyond that line
and the stalks begin to sway

oh stay with me Arienette, until the wolves are away.

I guess some people don't know just how Bright Eyes ravenous you can be. I found out the dates I'd read wrong and Bright Eyes were really in Providence on the 20th of THIS month, and not of MARCH, like I'd thought. I'm going to -cry-.

I really am.

I missed Conor. Again.

Ew. I sound emo. ...but I mean, this is Conor we're talking about, my inspiration.

gonk

Man I'm such a loser.

well the wicked are vultures
and they bake in the canyons,
or circle in sunlight
and wait for their victims to collapse
and call to them
and the desperate are water,
they'll run down forever as they soak into silence
and end up together, in a dark...and distant,
darkanddistant, place...

so don't leave me here
with only mirrors
watching me
this house it holds nothing
but the memories
and the moon it
bleeds silver
but never sleeps
and the silver turns to grey
oh stay with me Arienette, until the wolves are away.

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