unhinge the day's skin and twist into tonights ripped knee'd jeans, your leather coat falls from your shoulders like trees shake their snow with white ease.
Hair's on your chin, falling into sin.
Know what I mean, alley ways.
Fences we lean, only just listening,
for the cats midnight scream.
Heartbeat in my legs.
Go on outside.
Lets play.
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