raining in L.A.
it even precipitates in heaven
karma finds me
can't hide, she says
when in rome
so i took off my boots
walked a little steadier
on this crooked path
fine lines
blurry, so i walk between
staccato with a voice to kill
i'll sing til i'm heard
in stilettos with flats in my purse
you like it complicated, don't you?
down to earth high maintenance sweet bitch
a tease who puts out
graceful with a touch of gritty
don't-leave-go-stay-run-yes-stay-stay
all in a single breath
i'm here today
and i'm yours
tomorrow?
i am not guaranteed
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