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Look for me where the red sun rises
When the clouds are green and gray
Watch always in the windy desert
By lonely roads I make my way
I will not pass where I am not wanted
Not all paths are at first known
I seek a way to the only end
I pray, and I will reap what I have sown
Then when all trumpets cease to sound
The death of men shall bury his own
Upon the first ocean cliff I will wait
And we will watch the last yellow dawn
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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