Let me take off your uncertainty
As I steal your flower so brazenly,
No use reaching out, it's mine now.
Don't go dancing near the edge,
Wearing high heels and rubber gloves.
You may, however, dance with me
At the cabaret, at the cabaret ...
And a good time shall be had by all.
Lovely promises, my dearest prize,
Fit for neither a naked queen, nor you.
Departing already? Leave the wine,
Such a fine red, wouldn't you agree?
One broken equilibrium to go, please.
No, come back! My apologies!
Screw the damned edge! Let's fly!
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2007-10-20 at 06:59
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