Sometimes I imagine you with dark wings above a city full of stars

Although none shine as bright as your beautiful eyes reflecting mine

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Sometimes I imagine your hair blowing around your shoulders dark and curly

And the way the stands move in the wind is wild and relentless just like your pursuit

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Sometimes I imagine your chest clothed in blackest ink and your eyeliner smudged

As if you needed to see me and say hello before even washing last night off you

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Sometimes I imagine you holding me in those dark wings with that dark hair and smudged eyeliner

Above the city we laugh and cry and dance in a world all of our own making

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Sometimes…