Renaissance3

Sullen Blue GirlI see you there, alone again; Got that pretty, sick and sullen lookSullen Blue Girl
To cover the junkie nightshade That falls over your eyes.
Downward stares by storefronts, Conversations with coffee cups That never seem to share the same opinion.
You smoke too much, But their herbs can be so sweet.
Dark smudges cake under your eyes; A casualty of your tears.
Sweet girl, you smell of sex And incense and clean linen- -I know you never wanted this.
Carry the blues in your purse Where you like to hide the white grains; Your pearls
look at me
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yay!
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you cannot know what will happen. The one thing we can ever be truly certain of is a complete lack of certainty
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And because you kiss me in a way that life never could.
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I am hard candy, bad for his teeth--the red kind--cherry through the grit and grime...sweet as lillies on a grave; just as wan in color.
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Unconditional love.
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