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One Fine Day
the gauzy light of commerce is translucent in the evening
her cobwebs stretching through the doorways of the city
and a woman thin as paper flutters past the intersection
staring into windows swinging like a star
the slow descent of moonlight is like plasma on her belly
and all her tattoos reminiscent of the bible
twenty more minutes and coffee black as crow
sometimes they tell her that she looks like Greta Garbo
one fine day out goes what you had
Sunday morning never felt so bad
never felt so bad
she is a vision as she smokes her cigarette
she sucks on it like strangers she occasionally has met
and the ashes fall like excrement and spill onto the cold cement
she throws down her bottle and wipes off her chin
one fine day out goes what you had
Sunday morning never felt so bad
never felt so bad
the needles all leave track marks which arranged upon her body
and connected with a crayon look just like a submarine
she watches all the leather boys adjust their heels and stockings
stepping higher as they pass her stamping just like ponies
one fine day out goes what you had
Sunday morning never felt so bad
Sunday morning never felt so bad
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