Lets just be two plain women, who want to run away for awhile.
Have skeletal fishes gargled with whiskey and tanned air, coiffed up our nostrils.
I want you and strands of flower. Want you and firecrackers on the windows.
The smell of curling flames, drying eucalyptus buds
And scissors of beach weed
Running through our hair that swoons, dazed on a comforting pillow and
A certainty we will share, about the dreams that are about to come true.
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
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