..honestly I don't care how you do or don't dress, let's skip the landscape of your hair, a beauty truly inherent...you're beautiful on the inside, I suppose, without the face paint or expensive cologne that you stole from your ex boyfriend: exclaiming, can you forget about the past; well, little darlin', I can if you can. Amen.
..so, let your hair down tonight, like it's the end of the world. I'll put that book down tonight about the end of the world and the spinning top of a world will still twist on it's axis for us even after the record skips and falters. It spins well beyond the rooms we frequent. Alike the ceiling above our heads, it spins, at the end of a long night. Amen.
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