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you gypsy muse abandoned under the rainbow dream of a coming monsoon pull you naked to a city of cigarettes & ornaments escape everything true one precious moment divine charm reigns in mirrors and smoke when the devil pressed stories of velvet gold wickedness in your pillows a faint smile burning idea pounding tempting to bite the apple feeling joy and irreverence for the fluffy cackler melt away silent lips & sublime excuses because change is surfacing run through deep woods unchained with no breakfeast poised against monster and mind time to go you know wish try on the shoes