The door swings open
You can see her standing
Eyes bloodshot
Dress twisted and damp
She's been fighting
For you.

And once you find her desire
That's when you'll find her jurisdiction for living
You cannot trace her timeline
For all you're worth.
It's carved in her eyelids
In each slow rivet of her skin
Bathing itself in the glassy reverie

At the sight of her victim
She bats her eye
You know she's in it for the long haul
It's all for you.

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