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The night we first met

we used  headstones as resting posts

as we had the littlest respect

for the long gone and restless ghosts

 

Drunk on technicoloured poison

and high on the scent of dead flowers

I asked you please take joy in

these lonely early morning hours

 

Paint us a story

of a graveyard far away

nothing too gory

where everything is grey.

 

Giggle and whisper

don’t wake the already dead

the night air getting crisper

I can’t remember anything we said

 

Buried in the moment

I think the police came

and the hangover seemed worth it

because I’d always take the blame

 

Running from the dead

or maybe from the police

in any direction we fled

our friendship is a masterpiece

 

Paint us a story

of a graveyard far away

nothing too gory

where everything is grey.

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