| The street looked kind of different —
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| Harsher colours sharper angles. |
| Shops stacked
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| High with stereos and rows of magazines
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| Smells of coffee, glossy limousines. |
| The sun
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| Danced on the chromium. |
| Slant eyes drowning
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| In the light. |
| Lights turned red as elbows jabbed
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| Voices snarled and luck turned sour, Children
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| Screamed! |
| Brakes were screeching! |
| Knees
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| Were pumping, ribs were crunching…
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| Crushing, drowning deeper…
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| The street looked kind of different. |
| The paving
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| Stones were playing cards, and cried out as
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| I skipped from the red to the black. |
| Cracked a
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| Joke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw
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| A ring to the blackest queen who ushered me away
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| To the palace in the square where the air’s so cold
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| And it gets so lonely in the night
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| She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch
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| By the TV. |
| 3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets
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| Blared, a voice declared: «Are you feeling dirty?»
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| Yes but also very pleased. |
| Heard applause, felt
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| The claws in my back, rocking backwards, rocking
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| Forwards in the groove. |
| The earth moved! |
| The
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| Couch moved! |
| We rolled on the felt, knocked the
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| Vases off the shelf… Watched ourselves in the
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| Mirror, like animals like cannibals! |
| And you
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| Ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder… Rolled
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| Your tongue up in my hands — I swallowed it whole
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| Flesh decreasing by the second until all that
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| Remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black
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| Tilted back, we stared at the hollywood sunset
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| Brighter now… it looks so pretty tonight
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| The light in my little girl’s eyes… |