Ch 1
Tangled and bruised, she sits alone, on high
A burned rub, a shrubbery - undone
Burning rocks on fire, she thinks, feels
Turmoiled, tumbled, turbulent thoughts
Like delicious, tortuous baby seals in heels
What if God was one of us? A touch of lust
Caught, life locks in love and drugs and cocks
Juicy jeans, hemorrhaged dreams
A coy salute to those long lost screams
A wandering tribute of synchronicity disputed
A reputation, reputed, one girl is corrupted
Disrupted, obstructed and abused so long ago
Vomiting tunes of solemn woes
Like George Clooney's shoes
And wads and wads and hordes of dough
Now lost, languid, lush and unconscious
What does the world know?
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