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A lost fog floats by causes skin to creep inside leaves the airholes sore but dry Red dress No particular details slim fingers stitchy smile and a fragile glint of hope in eyes I guess Im not the only one here looking for an excuse to elude my presence from this sick truth A grey stones slides by lipstick storm perfume strangled city whore |
this needs no description,i got it ,for me . the fog -air holes-love a stichy smile in platforms my self. was she a street walker or some stalkers girl? dont really matter though cause words like this make beautifull music here in new york on the lower east side.where many a love story like this did arise,in the past that is ,and now such passion amongest the norms are considered creepy ,or a crime imagine such passion going to waste that only the homely would look at you with such a lost and longing look . more on the subject it was to short (for my ideal satire) | Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by paulie d | [ Reply to This ] | |