1. "All Wound Up" by Jordan CraneAn obvious yet anonymous gilr is swathed and secreted away in a vintage curtain. I can relate to her and her wanting to be hidden- I appreciate her antique taste in decor, too.
2. "Neopolitan Dreams" by Lisa Mitchell
You'll go and I will be okay
I can dream the rest away.
Its just a little touch of fate
It sure takes its precious time
but it's got rights
and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be alone
the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere
I'll have time
There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs
I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
It's hard to recreate such an individual game
You wait your turn in the queue
You say your sorry's and thank you's
I don't think that you are ever
One-hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams
stretching out to the sea
You wait your turn in the queue
You say your sorry's and thank you's
I don't think that you are ever
One-hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room.
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