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Lost In Tequila
Paying dues to the fortuneteller
listening to your breath
from speakers in my mind
like whispers in a teacup
taking refuge inside your dreams
"Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood!"
behind the shadow takers
with your personalized keychain
in everything that is talcum dark
no glory in braiding my lost heart
come sundown on the horizon
lost in tequila among saguaros
listening to your breath
from speakers in my mind
like whispers in a teacup
taking refuge inside your dreams
"Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood!"
behind the shadow takers
with your personalized keychain
in everything that is talcum dark
no glory in braiding my lost heart
come sundown on the horizon
lost in tequila among saguaros
Published 26th Mar 2023
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26th Mar 2023 11:34pm
This was fucking fantastic.
I've told you before I admire the way you can blend the gruesome with the lovely and make it fucking gorgeous, and it's still true.
This was a ransacked grave filled with new China.
This line? I keep re-reading it, because it's awesome:
with your personalized keychain
in everything that is talcum dark
The concept of a dark as thin powder truly struck me, and I thought it was incredible.
Hope you're doing well.
26th Mar 2023 11:38pm
I just find the dark a tad more ravishing than the rose. I am doing fine ok you are as well,
26th Mar 2023 11:44pm
I really like that about you.
We can only see the rose because it has been dark.
Dude, I'm so good I should be twins. That's a terrifying thought.
26th Mar 2023 11:47pm
With jambalaya on my mind, the bag is an organ full of frogs and between each ear, there is an eye.
