Reckless Conversations Rondine
Our unsung slurs fill the night air,
blurred words become a make out song;
All the careless talk was too strong;
Your hands like flowers in my hair
I feel just like a millionaire;
Here and now is where I belong,
our unsung slurs;
Reckless conversations declare
what we have denied all along;
Star crossed and so very headstrong;
It’s like cuss words mixed with fanfare,
our unsung slurs.
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