I've got a cigarette hanging from my impatient red lips.
The smoke lingers, twirling into the air like dandelieon seeds fluttering over an open plain.

I see you standing in the alley, darkness embraces your face, but I know you haven't shaved today, the hair is prickley and sweet, it makes you look handsome I say.
You take my hand, kiss my red lips, and caress my rosey flesh.

I can smell brandy on your breath, smooth and warm
Your embrace brings roses to my cheeks and your love floods the valley of heaven.

I will miss you my sweet
Like a wolf I will hunt you
But today I must be pleased with the alley where you once stood, the alley where you kissed me.

I can feel your prickley stubble against my cheek, I can feel your arms holding me in
I can feel your kiss floating upon my lips.
But, I must be pleased with the alley where you once stood, the alley where I fell in love with you.

I must be pleased.
I must be.
I must.
I.

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