Fine fit new cowgirl, sharing horror and clevage.
Old stories, underage breast and swoon of the Jagger step.
Waiting for someone to go down on him.
The quickly drunk, hearing the names of change in crocks and pop.
With my sticky fingers praying to high name golden gates
for some chance to sight the can that has been sliced and marked half price.
Tempting…
Nine nights in fright of Jamie and all the rest to tie knotts and hang themselves.
Never stop the fight of pawning full blood from hearts.
Honky tonk, two step, heavy tan, ass crack,
pained name, dead dogs, hated mom, chin stub,
disreguard my far off hand print and belittle fireflies
and the jars they stay in.
Dim out their souls and say Heaven is safe.
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