unopened doors and clothes on the floor
take more, give less, undress, it's a mess
cigarette smoke and thin voices under cover
floating musk in the dusk of evaporating darkness
before the alarm breaks her technicolor nightmare
the lonesome cassanova leaves without a caress
so much said and lots more to spare
at least it's well covered on page 6 in the press
who we are dies with each step to emulate stars
acting out each day to sleep with the stress
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