TEMPTRESS WITH THE
LAUGHING HANDS
'I drank that girl like tomorrow's lemonade -
big, dashing gulps, stuff dripping down
my face. The fortune lady had never told me
this - it wasn't supposed to be, had not been in
the cards. Not that it ever mattered : you remember
the thousand times, I'm sure, you yourself have
thought of things that weren't meant to be and
did them anyway. Like a fissure in a rock -
a great oozing magma just pulsing out.
Sometimes, I swear, it seems
you've just got to
go with the
flow.'
LAUGHING HANDS
'I drank that girl like tomorrow's lemonade -
big, dashing gulps, stuff dripping down
my face. The fortune lady had never told me
this - it wasn't supposed to be, had not been in
the cards. Not that it ever mattered : you remember
the thousand times, I'm sure, you yourself have
thought of things that weren't meant to be and
did them anyway. Like a fissure in a rock -
a great oozing magma just pulsing out.
Sometimes, I swear, it seems
you've just got to
go with the
flow.'
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