long brackish fingertips
sinking in tarnished watered down drinks
and i will
darkness has fallen on the city tonight
and there ain't no
head up, kind of above water
me and her idle legs,
mincing words around her skirt,
singing mincing words about nothing.
dancing cra
Officer down
Juliet Echo November
And the room falls apart but we'll
outside the stars
are telling stories to eachother
up above your
postcard from princess, last cigarette, st patrick's
in a west end
In a green dress she danced
like a net in the
the autumn leaves remind me of her eyes
she's asleep on
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