At a Gas Station in Missouri

She had a face that hit me like a Tennessee Williams play
It was tragic and flawed and beautiful and painted
In the right light after a considerable amount of bourbon
The tragedy in her face makes anything possible
The beauty in her face almost makes love possible

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