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The street looked kind of different - |
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harsher colours sharper angles. Shops stacked |
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high with stereos and rows of magazines. |
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Smells of coffee, glossy limousines. The sun |
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danced on the chromium. Slant eyes drowning |
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in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, |
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voices snarled and luck turned sour, Children |
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screamed! Brakes were screeching! Knees |
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were pumping, ribs were crunching... |
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Crushing, drowning deeper... |
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The street looked kind of different. The paving |
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stones were playing cards, and cried out as |
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I skipped from the red to the black. Cracked a |
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joke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw |
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a ring to the blackest queen who ushered me away |
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to the palace in the square where the air's so cold |
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and it gets so lonely in the night. |
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She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch |
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by the TV. 3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets |
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blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?" |
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Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt |
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the claws in my back, rocking backwards, rocking |
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forwards in the groove. The earth moved! The |
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couch moved! We rolled on the felt, knocked the |
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vases off the shelf... Watched ourselves in the |
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mirror, like animals like cannibals! And you |
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ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder... Rolled |
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your tongue up in my hands - I swallowed it whole. |
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Flesh decreasing by the second until all that |
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remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black. |
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Tilted back, we stared at the hollywood sunset. |
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Brighter now... it looks so pretty tonight. |
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The light in my little girl's eyes... |