daily lives and tainted times
I’d give up those for a long embrace
but a certain feeling from a crooked dream
turns me upside down and inside in

feeling the measure of escapable good things
she can’t quite find her way back there
and a long embrace that will reap her soul
coca cola fate can have it all.

there’s no devotion

with lipstick smeared
she said she’s never given
anything that she didn’t want to give
but six feet under
in a corner she curls
she knows she did
because now he’s flown

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