Saturday, September 11, 2004
Why the long face. Dark and deadwood. Streetlights caving like some kind of flood. Why the long face? It doesn't matter. Morals are drowning at night.
Lift up that dress. It doesn't matter. take it like that and pull up the blind. Why the long face? It doesn't flatter. Prick me that thorn and get off.
Read your drawl poem. Clap and applaud. Sink the leotard into your couch. Why the long face? It doesn't matter. And neither do you and that's all.
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