Black ocean tides, smell of benzene and something other
Something Warmer.

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Fiddling with a little disaster that could've taken place (but not really, not really, at all...)
The tantrum throwing schemes, the terrible scenes of unattempted crime (tempting!)
The shadows lurking in the hems of my bedroom curtains, just waiting for pedestrians to take notice.
I'm here, I'm not here; where d'you think I'd be?