All Saints’ Day

The place smelled like 1968
Her dress was tight and shiny
Her lipstick smeared her dignity
Her damage was magic it was golden
Her feet never touched the ground
She had a memory of a night like this
She had a memory of a night with him
She had a memory that betrayed her
That was a long time ago
Her friends have come by home safe

 

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