Paradise has closed, gone bust. She suffers a Sunday neurosis. No instinct, bored. Red painted nails. All those minutes answer for a life. Where were you that you couldn't see? Once, when there was a 'why' bearable was almost any 'how'. Now She's tangled inside. Lost movement in this world, can't find what really 'is'. Her meaning never ceases, She just doesn't look for answers anymore. |
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