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Marks

Fire-crackers in the east my car parked south  Your hands on my cheeks your shoulder in my mouth I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine We rattle this town, we rattle this scene Anna Sun – Walk The Moon  – One hand wrapped in her hair, the other at her throat. She was …

Your Grace 

She was singing loudly as she cleaned when the doors opened behind her.  “La la la love…” she trailed off into a hum, jumping when the doors slammed.  Whirling around, she met the amused gaze of the Lord. She blinked rapidly before dropping her eyes and her body to the ground.  Silence descended on the …