sub-titled – the ballerina assassin @nikkiejanee1972
in the still of the night as we chase the sunset candles flicker in the wind the swan lies in repose the pirouette slows en pointe is driven home when the deal goes down red lips of mercury approach the mist rises the die is cast the creed is done these visions of bella donna conquer my mind my achilles is found I claw my way out of the memphis mobile feeling blue pill box hats consume my dreams the wind whispers la’ bella while mercury vapours consume me my time is pledged the reaper awaits the sad-eyed ballerina assassin enters, riding the 6th white horse of the apocalypse as she drifts slowly over the undulating lowlands tears are falling from on high the lips of a precious angel delivering kisses like buttery wings while storms roll in from afar bringing that familiar morning smell we oh so love stoned and fractured harried by the dozen and 35 the swan is lowered to yonder depths to rise again à bientôt
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