Sahara Smith
Midnight Plane
I’m scared of the cool river cause it drags a little deeper everyday,the last sight of a bruised freighter as it gives it’s broken body to the grave.I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.My skin is a dead language,A birthmark and a lexicon of scars.And when I go I’ll be unspoken, a breath between the streetlamps and the stars. I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.My heart is a firedancer and it’s spinning in a cold, cold space,and your eyes are the fire’s answer to the winter breathing darkly at the gates. I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.
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