sweetblindness

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(though this is, admittedly, a short poem, you must expand the blog to read all of it)

There was gentle rain in the evening
When I came across the House on the Hill
Occupied by angels of both female...male

Oh how they warned me of this place...
& yet there it was.

So beautiful, sacred

It was then I realized I wasn't being taken in...
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you left me with my mind split open
every mirror was on fire
riding so cold in the night
the morning gonna give you a fright

but oh- there is so little going on
might as well go right through
being shot down the middle
ain't nothing to you

a highway is forming
and the city a woman

the bridge is one more night