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I wear the city like a stole— Velvet heft, moth-bit holes. Every alley learned my part: Violent vows, tender art. Choir of engines, organ rain; Tag me sinner, call it sane. Velvet churches, violent hearts— Kiss like knives then fall apart; Bless the bruise and strike the spark— Velvet churches, violent hearts. All my saints are barroom blue; All my sermons end in you. If there’s heaven in this town, It’s shuttered stalls and kneeling sound. Raise the glass; receive the mark. Find me under sirens’ bark. Velvet churches, violent hearts— Kiss like knives then fall apart; Bless the bruise and strike the spark— Velvet churches, violent hearts. Hold me. Holy. Street-sweeper passes, comet slow; Roller doors rattle, taking snow. Our names burn out on the marquee stars— Then drift—as ticket stubs from cars.
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I wear the city like a stole Velvet weight and bullet holes Every alley learned my part Violent vows and tender art Choir of engines, organ rain Name me sinner, call it sane Velvet churches, violent hearts Kiss like knives then fall apart Bless the bruise and light the spark Velvet churches, violent hearts All my saints are barroom blue All my sermons end in you If there’s heaven in this town It’s where we break and still bow down Raise the glass, receive the mark Find me waiting in the dark Velvet churches, violent hearts Kiss like knives then fall apart Bless the bruise and light the spark Velvet churches, violent hearts Hold me Holy Velvet churches, violent hearts All our damage turned to art Write our names in neon stars Velvet churches, violent hearts
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