Saturday, January 26, 2013

And there forever remains that change from G to E minor.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.
Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, 
Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already.

Everything about this song is beautiful.

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