40 | blindfolded
blindfolded, under the lilac sky
dancing with the devil
dumbfounded, we're six feet high
stuck in his blood vessel
his touch—our hands entwined
never wanted to unravel
his voice, reeling in my mind
lifted me, trying to shuffle
singing me a new song
soft sounds filled my soul.
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