My awkward steps
Beat a tattoo of regret
In my shrinking heart

Her house isn't somewhere I look forward to visiting
The streets are broken in places with garbage all around
It stinks, right to the almighty heavens, I think
And if it wasn't for her
I would have avoided
Going there
Altogether
But
That is where she lived
And that is why
It became my favourite place
In the entire world

In the entire world

They gather on my dress
Glistening like magical crystals

Which slowly vanish
With a single touch

A flashy facade
Words drive me to the steep edge
I breath a lie of relief

A flattened piece of metal
Carved into an unruly circle

Freshly dipped in pale golden paint
Dropped into a glass of blue cocktail

.The paint slowly spreads into curves of the night.
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