lets be friends and blossom like
thieves
youre (breaking up)
another unwasted saturday
godspeed out there, this
den full of foxes
you have no runaway moves,
blonde girl,
youre thirteen and lucky
a
dreamboat
with derailed chain
abre los ojos
double take polk street
lets just say we
lived in berkeley in the 90's
deadheads, sisters named love wing & crystal rose
beautiful
romanian hunters hold hands
coffee table with boring picture books
the soup in oakland chinatown, lumpy and grey
when youre gone
anonymous sex blindfolds chills down my spine
"This makes us friends"
red shoes
and
pregnant
ashby flea market
willow branches tucked in packs, brilliant design
there is no one better
more plesant
im too sensitive for this double edge sword
making star tattoos on face
you do like
voodoo, dont you?
before I let you go
befuddled
shoreline
like
red cross
lets have an egg hunt, whisper your sweet voice
i'll blow you kisses
and be just another girl in the panhandle, making
something out of nothing
with tired hands
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thats a sad one
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