Listen to me watch me
I will hold you in my thrall and
You too will be stars
In the light the moths flit to and fro
Vacant eyes
Different dresses same pain
Dissipated dance
Vodka and hesitance will you won’t you
One night full of empty
Desperation but
The hole will not be filled until you dig deeper.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
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