*Lyric:

she strokes the air with trickster hands..
unseen, she pulls at shifting strands..
she loves the quiet..
she loves the itch..
a spark that thrills a silent twitch..
you think she’s gone, but when you blink-she’s on your mind just on the brink..
she wears the dust..
she wears the air..
she weaves the fingers through your hair..
she waits between each step you take..
a silent itch you can’t unmake..
she hums in walls, she clings to skin..
she sparks a grin beneath your grin..
you’ll never see the path she spins..
she dances in the shadow’s breath..
a twitch, a spark, a whispered death..

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HH1 : . : . aka Sash1
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