Wednesday, February 8, 2012

And maybe she'll love her in the morning, when the night's done its work and burnt stains off her skin.
When her hair doesn't smell of tomorrow's sin.
Maybe she'll love her in the morning,
When the lipstick stain on the wineglass isn't so red,
When her body isn't so sad.

Maybe, you'll
love her in the morning-

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