Streets
Like Prussian blues
Split the cells in my blood
Black
Like the outer eye
Adrenalised by love
Glow of a cigarette
Illuminates from above
Push
Push down the earth
Feel my hand through your glove
Slump
In the other door
Skin belongs to both
Point
In perfect form
Puncture wound results
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson
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