was that absynth i smelled on your breath or your chin or is it something much better that you've gotten into so much trouble lately, ive seen you at night on the streets in the city through flashes of headlights
you're bought and you're begged for, your the life of the party your name in chicago is all but commodity there's a galaxy of stars you tatooed on your breast underneath your clothes when you manage to dress yourself up
for the kill, or just to kill time you'll show men the bottom of a bottle of wine after all, it would be such a waste a better routine on a prettier face.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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