she heard the rain sung across the river her laughter rang pure but she knew already how it would end knew she would need an alibi and so she drank her wine one sip faster for a second to push aside the whispers, to pull the trigger and then there was only night to hear a facade of the neon dreams still too young to wander the streets at 9:00 p.m. in turning around she blew a kiss to the clouds, a wink to the water, and danced to the sound of the dead a solitary walk and then there were only seven words for her to whisper life and her stage drawn into curtains.Birth sign: Capricorn
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