The Song Of Disorder windy laughter around my legs skirt tails whipping my #life into disorder and then there's you in the auditorium holding every screaming pansy's breath keeping my breath short and then quite by surprise I suddenly smelled You of an unwashed body and a closed off room where guitars litter the floor so I wondered if this was how all musician smelled or if or if it was the smell of laziness and I thought probably, possible, and with a lot of profanity it was both
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