Charlotte, NC
I got tangled in the streets of a girl
Where red eyed wolves drank honey
She tried to capture herself in a necklace
But she didn't have enough money
So instead she bought November
I got tangled in the sheets of a girl
Here I can get painted in the technicolor
He tried to paint himself briar
But his nacarat façade didn't get duller
So he gets reminded of her in the mirror
This poem is about:
Me
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