I woke up screaming and saw you
in a velvet haze, camera lenses
for eyes, cigarette in one hand,
severed ear in the other. You sang
to me: Don’t be afraid; I’m just here
to oil the machinery of your dreams.
in a velvet haze, camera lenses
for eyes, cigarette in one hand,
severed ear in the other. You sang
to me: Don’t be afraid; I’m just here
to oil the machinery of your dreams.
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