Nestled on in there, she savoured this fine albeit supposedly juxtaposed world of ours
We seriously need something to breathe itself on through us – must it be oh so very jaded though
Toe-to live-wire toe, suppose there really is no other way right this minute
Impressed these hazardous people ’til almost but never quite right in stealing their fonder-than-fond stare
They sit all too mannerly, fair ably atop their cushion-filled wicker-chairs
Necking Columbian bean coffee, speaking all kinds of derogatory
When our story finally gets told a thousand-and-one times over
No necessity to ever feel any kind of sober – this puddled world can indeed be our live-in studio of sorts
Ought to know better

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