Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love that your work screams depth( and normally in so few words) and meanings behind what lies on the surface. I feel like we both bleed confession in our work as well, which just adds to the mystery of it all. Lovely!
I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend.
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