Give me a marker,
a black, fine-line marker.
Offer me your hand,
open, palm up.
Now close your eyes,
your dark eclipsed eyes,
as I gift you a word
for no reason at all.
Give me a marker,
a black, fine-line marker.
Offer me your hand,
open, palm up.
Now close your eyes,
your dark eclipsed eyes,
as I gift you a word
for no reason at all.
Donna Dakota in Word 