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This twilight
Between highrises
Hides the sights
Smells of rats and lust
Faces full of dust
The old hide their fears
In deep wringled lines
In desgusted graces
Underneath a
Dim street lamp
She kisses a marsh mallow
Wishing she can afford
Prada and Yves Saint Laurent
With a twisted wisper
And a heavy
Stone walled sigh
She prays to hage
For jewlery of
Silver and gold
Please fill my bottle
With orange Mad Dog
Remember me lord
I'm Serenity
Serenity Sinner
Without divinity
No shame here
I lost my claim to fame
When I started
Worshiping you
On night trains
Electric shocking fuzz
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