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.
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