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Years passed and the story became legendary...
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small lacquered fingers tugging at our short skirts
we wobbled down the block in heels too high
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I liked it better before, left up to me.
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Should we blame Bardot for
Van Gogh losing his sanity?
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You surprised me then, / climbing onto my finger: / climbing into my heart. / Your long, cobalt body felt weightless on my hand.
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And in the end we're crouched over like children / sifting through this tide-pool
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you be the author, I'll be the pen - push me leaking & looping
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Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,
We peons on the benches cheered for her:
She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,
Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.
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Tami Miami I'm not over Sammy but neither are you
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My hands are frozen in a cage.
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All these particles and noises
partying around us
Saturn and Mercury beyond us
communicating via telescopic telepathy.
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We drown in the details— what to bring to potluck, where to meet for coffee. There's a Starbuck's on the corner where we once sold lemonade, our homemade sign coming apart in an attic somewhere. We sift through the rubble for the…
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They sit, they create, they watch.
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