Maddie Bloom by Cassino
Maddie? s always moving. She? s flying down the aisles.
Got both hands in her pockets, trying to keep the balance mild.
Her motions like a movie, slicing constant air?
The wires are electrifying her phosphorescent hair.
I have seen the hunger, soaking through your shirt
Sunken eyes found alive but smashed under the dirt.
So lord give her one more set of hands...
For those dulling rings that I can barely stand.
I hope when I leave, she leaves them buried here,
and they don? t grow into the air.
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