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i want you to know me 

in the thin sheets

in my heavy arms

through your smokescreens

forget any balance

this is your dream of that comfort

you had never felt at the same time as

you'd seen stars

and in the back hills

where no cars go

i know

your mind turns into a marionette 

if i were ever to hold the strings

between my fingers

it would only be to make her dance 

softly inside you

just long enough to shake off the dust

and let your eyes adjust

to how beautiful the light is

when it shines through them.