Sharp scissors,
Sharp, sharp, sharp, sharp.
Good cloth, bad cloth,
They cut abruptly nonetheless.
I remember you drinking Martini & Rossi Vermouth-Extra Dry,
Listening to MXPX.
You were Nancy to my son's Sid,
You beat the horse.
Goth girls never die, they live on,
Beyond Berlin, beyond Time.
Friday, December 25, 2009
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