dressed as a house so holy
with matchbook fingers and pressed dirt hands
she’s leaving her keys in-between
the pages of her Bible
old words and faded red pages
outlined births with empty deaths
what a hungry heart
what a hollow inside
where’s my thrill?
where’s my ride?
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
dressed as a house so holy
with matchbook fingers and pressed dirt hands
she’s leaving her keys in-between
the pages of her Bible
old words and faded red pages
outlined births with empty deaths
what a hungry heart
what a hollow inside
where’s my thrill?
where’s my ride?
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