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She puts the Drag in "Drag Queen" A handbag fiend, full of lipstick syringes sequins kleenex and a ***** trick Metal bells tin rattle at the edges of her words and white milk curds --A Cursive of Sensation-- in the girl's bathroom Mirror Mirror on the Wall asks "what kind of man are you?" Marie can throw a stone and always take down two Mascara leaves ***** streaks down cotton ball cheeks sitting on the floor of the stall bang banging her head against the wall She lets it go again Nine lives, nine times out of ten At work, at home And back to the hospital again
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Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
Of Marie
She puts the Drag in "Drag Queen" A handbag fiend, full of lipstick syringes sequins kleenex and a ***** trick Metal bells tin rattle at the edges of her words and white milk curds --A Cursive of Sensation-- in the girl's bathroom Mirror Mirror on the Wall asks "what kind of man are you?" Marie can throw a stone and always take down two Mascara leaves ***** streaks down cotton ball cheeks sitting on the floor of the stall bang banging her head against the wall She lets it go again Nine lives, nine times out of ten At work, at home And back to the hospital again
Circa 1996...wherever you are, Marie, I hope you are well.
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Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
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