Is a suitcase of belongings longing for a place on your shelf on the road to happiness not enjoying the happiness that is the trip, tripping on my feet are numb, tingling senses, lack of direction directed into oblivion and black lights breaking the sun out of day into night. Run run run run to nothing from something you cared about.
Is talking in your sleep...
Is another broken to be broken...
Is waiting for the savannah starlight to come pick her up...
Is in the darkness of my night and in the brightness of my day...
Is a dancing queen, machine, fiend...
Is always last call in a nowhere town...
Is a heart shaped china dolls face, sad eyes, crooked lies to match her nose, her cheekbones...
Is beautiful and ugly and charmed...
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