white trash queenie
eyes swimming
in the reflection
of chimneys
and telephone wires
in the puddle
watch them move
to motorcycle resonance
smoke another cigarette
upon YMCA throne
quiet raindrop alone
on the magnet island spinning
street corner assembly grinning
amongst all of the
little tragedies stuck in me
same in their eyes
tears on the edge of cry
we all know why
i
am leaving anyway
i am always leaving anyway
and always do return
to me, my melancholy
stormy gypsy love so far away
sister love
ache for love stay
but i always do
walk away
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