Burnt and blue
Drop and roll
Red shoes
behind a burgundy baby buggy
Yesterday’s hymn is tomorrow’s
forgotten song
The melancholic music
of failure
That thirteen on her neck
She can only get off
when she’s high
on her back
She stole away
with my silver
She stole away
with my nightingales
She took
my tired
She took
my bored
Alligator jacket and a pistol
in her jeans
Playing hard
at aderral park
My bed not
yet cold
I resolve to never
wind myself again
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