Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote She twines her
spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood Come, a dark shadow spreads and hides behind the venomous bushes, and wraps her graceful waist toward the burning sun. I touch her skin with trembling hands, but the stinging blood runs down my fingers. hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom And strange hands haunted me, the looming shadows danced I fell down to the thhorny brush and felt the trembling hands Riding the wind to this garden of cacti blooming, a pair of unfamiliar hands suddenly blocked my footsteps , ghostly shadows danced gracefully, and with his trembling and struggling hands, I fell into the thorny abyss
When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold The
mountain cats will come to drag away your bones And rise with me forever across the silent sand And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands Then live with me forever
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