Pretty In Pink
I hear below my painted pillow about a tale from years ago
it started with a breeze up in the trees, trolls & fairies
the notion of disgust goes with you you trust
a golden moment of trust you coast you rust
below the belly of the beast
stand still & repeat
something in the sheets come and sit next to me & wink
pretty in pink
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