Brushed, a Rustic Refrain

Dim the light of her motel room; quite, as recovery lingers on ¿ Another pain killer, washed back by some power drink with claws.. This cup and butterscotch pudding to numb the flavour in his cigarette While waltzing once more through a two inch box; communique this play ? Pirouetting about her cyber space stage; sheltered from the sunlight; a signat Time these past few days, left confiding in as conversing with life's hollow walls... Cast amid some pyramid production it seems of late; crafted a stairway to her stars.