Dolled and tuned
Check
Through a wind
Bills building unsettled
Sheltered I
Chose sopa and two bottles
The place had started
Saints had listened
To south American rezo's
But for another's sake
They couldn't place
That part on a common map
Two different directions
East arrow faltering
Before a set
This was why they thought
The world was round:
A gate over her décolletage
Fitted in fabrics
Melody puppetry
Those cinema scenes
Where they don't speak
And your head eats itself
I should of skipped the casting
Fired the agent
And gone dressed as a dog
When a chanteuse sees
These soft pupils curl
In a heavy tête
They compose.
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