December 2010
18 posts
Waltz of the Flowers
before i die
i want have share some spliffs and champagne
then make love to a rock star in a private jet
cold blood
i grew scales
And a tounge like a knife
Then suddenly so
The night and i were alone
I burrowed deeper into the sheets
Deprived of warmth for so long
But still i was cold,
For my heart pumped venom.
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The Doors - L.A. Woman