a composition in life
a tired meal in the evening
just waking, stretching
yawning at the city lights
obsessive thought and motion
can't see them clear yet
it's not that time yet
you go brighter with them
putting on your makeup
putting on your heels
putting on your breasts
putting on your soul
dim now clicking shoes
pavement never tells its story
bloodied and romantic
cigarettes used to draw you, femme
nah it's just for cash
to pull that rubber band closer
to have something to embrace
to buy back dreams in dreams
I sold my body to buy my soul
Monday, March 26, 2007
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