Crazy Girls



I wake up from life,
uneasy exhaustion,
deadbeat dreamboat,
serenade the windows.

I don't want to play,
cower from assumption,
same lie lurks here,
claws and blaming babble.

Kiss with contention,
He'll paint me, like the last.
Run, or don't run,
he'll tell them I'm crazy.
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