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I’m heaven.....there’s alley ways too
When the streetlights follow you
And the tree branches swing at
You
You began to think that
Maybe sharing the
Tissue was a bad idea
Or a good catastrophe
So you see
Well.... can you see?
That midnight is beginning
To look like a pollack painting
With lipstick grims
And vomit from 4 bars ago
Not all the chewing gum
Will cover that
Or are you chewing on your tongue?
Cause of that song you sung
In front of a barrel of nuns
Who felt safer in slums
And the tree branches swing at
You
You began to think that
Maybe sharing the
Tissue was a bad idea
Or a good catastrophe
So you see
Well.... can you see?
That midnight is beginning
To look like a pollack painting
With lipstick grims
And vomit from 4 bars ago
Not all the chewing gum
Will cover that
Or are you chewing on your tongue?
Cause of that song you sung
In front of a barrel of nuns
Who felt safer in slums
Published 6th Oct 2018
Author's Note
Creative frustration was the key point in this piece. Everyone’s had that night out where they don’t remember most of it. Enjoy
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