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Like teenagers in a bedroom We giggle As the record player Spins Ashes to ashes Felicity lies sprawled On the couch In her pinkest bra And ******* Funk to funky One black stiletto Is on the floor The other freely Swings from her toes We know Major Tom’s.. She exhales the smoke I drain the bottle In my head, once more The colours explode A ****** The room holds The unmistakeable sweet smell Of *** Two days of *** Strung out in heaven’s… Her eyes glaze over I hate pink and yellow She spits Oh, and light blue ..High I hate you, I lie Then we **** With anger, savage As she has mocked the colours Hitting an all-time.. The record player sticks Stilettos and bottles Litter the floor Slowly I withdraw ..Low
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
My Kind of Girl
Like teenagers in a bedroom We giggle As the record player Spins Ashes to ashes Felicity lies sprawled On the couch In her pinkest bra And ******* Funk to funky One black stiletto Is on the floor The other freely Swings from her toes We know Major Tom’s.. She exhales the smoke I drain the bottle In my head, once more The colours explode A ****** The room holds The unmistakeable sweet smell Of *** Two days of *** Strung out in heaven’s… Her eyes glaze over I hate pink and yellow She spits Oh, and light blue ..High I hate you, I lie Then we **** With anger, savage As she has mocked the colours Hitting an all-time.. The record player sticks Stilettos and bottles Litter the floor Slowly I withdraw ..Low
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
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