In certain nights
In certain places
They come chasing
Looking like others who made it
Spewing shadows in the dark
Fighting a fish with a worm
They open the back of their hands
To the beauty of a dangling apple
Drawing desire through a strange syringe
They open the back of their hands
To the trickle of blood on scarred palms
Breathing life with a heavy sigh
In certain nights
In certain places
They both come calling
And meet my silent dumbfounded stare
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