Barely Legal (The)
French Exhale
cutout angels of paper machemade out from machete blades with scissor handschizzling intitials into euclyptus barkwithin cryptic hearts eclipsing blue lips kissing in a parkcut sharp as a sizzling knife, right through butters or butterfliescrescent slices a pleasant night scorchesunderlying shades silver lining she's so gorgeouswith somber eyeshadowed tear drops of her silhouetteshe let the lightning light her cigaretteend up here to stargaze, cuddled on a staircasewe take a shot i won't dare chaseher breath of bourbon, french exhaled into my lungsit leaves a lingering taste on the tonguefoam saliva drips pure cane sugarpast a footprinted jacket over puddles i took hertangled in spiderwebs of a cities stoveshowling gust blowing overcast like glowing starlit strobessuch cold blood thirsty impluses seem to freeze us at our kneescan't dance, it's not so sexy when she's sadas she sobs and she mops it up in cotton swabspried out from tissues of my chest used as her kleenexsaid it's hard to swallow, gagging reflexchorusSongtextelooking up with green eyes of runny mascarashe tells me to be nice, in a nightly black erachorus
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