Three things I find strangely beautiful:
A woman in uniform,
A tattoo only my eyes behold,
And smeared eyeliner running down
A lover’s face while she’s weeping
Or on her knees, panting.
Three things captivate me always:
A pair of sad eyes,
A rider of horses,
And a girl with two middle names.
And three things I can’t live without:
A cross to carry,
A hill to die on,
And the sound of your voice
In my ears every morning.
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