She runs through the streets, with her eyes painted red. Under black belly of cloud in the rain, In through the doorway she brings me white gold and pearls stolen from the sea. She is raging. She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes.
She will suffer the needle chill.
She’s running to stand still.
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