Through Curtain We Call

It's like a distant call of a well known ghost. Change breath's heavy apon the wind. She yerns to know the other end of rejection. Two broke souls rich in the passion of a uncertin day. No money can touch that excitment of just what comes next. Sweet mercey we exist on a favor we cant repay. A old radio and room no bigger than postage stamp. Dirty windows give the best moonlit visions indeed. Five star dream's I'll take a greezy burger and cold beer my hand inbetween her thighs. Her eye's speak the direction we shall take. A devilish grin a twisted snake of plessure leading to a old bed's dusty retreat. But millions can't taste this moment. Inside her plessure I grasp a key turned towards the locked vessel to which she does give. My nights are rich in splendor. And a endless river in thought.

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