i am fooling everyone.
most people. into thinking
i know something about music
(hehe, well let's not tell them).
oh, it's so evil, but i will
do it anyway. it will pay
the bills someday.
panties, pretty things.
sheets, dirty; and lovers.
the weekend.
gypsy rings on fingers.
guitars and strings and
the way hair falls on a back.
scribbling scribbles on my
wall as usual. and picking
up the phone because i am
her friend.
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