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Bronze my bones with black howls Turn my body into dreams Spectral spools of movie stills Blank shadows in the seats As my mind spills like milk Dips across the screen Reach down into the black Kiss death's soft underbelly Where we met... We're two ghost out of focus A smear on the projector We're two ghosts out of focus What the lens couldn't capture Our secrets in celluloid Our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts Where a hundred haunts hawk We found our pleasures Drawn in underwater chalk Like silent traces A crevice full of crack-ups Home to captured vapours Slip down the scriptless pages where we met... From Letras Mania