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all her weary disappointments
see your cold vision through
glass skylights
taste those tears
and they are every bit as bitter
she say's,
"whatever you choose
man?"
but still she compels you to look at her,
shock of red hair
and back tattoos
those pigmentations of a crazy-eyed stare.
hit you with that sucker punch and you know she loves it.
she's okay with it down and dirty.
while mocking laughter flirts around her lips.
and maybe she needs a little more than a steady paycheck,
end up bailing and backsliding to the underworld.
not too sure maybe she’s just beat and little crazy,
no luck by the skin of her teeth.
ride the white the horse bare back,
points always slip in the arm.
in a single move,
night becomes undressed.
because the white horse wept on her breast
washing away all her weary disappointments.
