There's a girl dancing on the moon tonight, twirling mad and holy in her long black skirt. Her boots are kicking up clouds of diamond dust, and the sweat on her face glistens in the starlight.
And I'm stuck here, with my tears so close to the surface, if I can't cry them I'll have to bleed them out. Sweet relief, when the blade knicks my soul. Take all the blood you want, I won't need it much longer. And when it's all gone you can set me free to dance with you in the airless vacuum under a billion stars, and I'll feel so sorry for my friends we left behind. Breathing is so over rated!
And then our real life can begin.
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