Abby
Bluelighter
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When you're coloured black
and I just want to paint you white
reformed we'd sit
listening to guitar ballads
shrivelled but not yet ripe
like fruit picked to early
talking like old people on porches
struggling to fill in the blanks.
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(Sid and Nancy)
Did I hear you moan my name?
or was it just in vain
a whisper . . .
always protecting your pride
hiding behind white walls
acid seeping through the cracks
but for one sweet kiss
and three sweet words
which just went up in smoke.
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"I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all"
(William Burroughs)
When you're coloured black
and I just want to paint you white
reformed we'd sit
listening to guitar ballads
shrivelled but not yet ripe
like fruit picked to early
talking like old people on porches
struggling to fill in the blanks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Sid and Nancy)
Did I hear you moan my name?
or was it just in vain
a whisper . . .
always protecting your pride
hiding behind white walls
acid seeping through the cracks
but for one sweet kiss
and three sweet words
which just went up in smoke.
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"I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all"
(William Burroughs)
