Breathless

Through the bedroom mirror the future's hidden in stone-cold expressions piercing smoke filled air and still, with every empty kiss, you leave me breathless Your shoulder bare, lit like a child’s moon Humming softly it's late in the afternoon Your hair, tousled & blonde, Still breathing, Searching a wandering dawn Let me have your gun, …

Who is Jude Moonlight?

The story begins with a girl. She looks, casts one glance in the mirror and is gone no sooner than she arrives, her voice but a whisper echoing down the street, leaving the hero alone in the cold night wearing an old pair of boots, a Spanish knife in his pocket, a beat-up guitar strapped …

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