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letra de tastes like black liquorice - the stiletto formal

the taste
oh the saturation of the arid ballroom
oh, it’s step by step then dip into the light
of the chandelier that implicates this moment
will become the convex lens that targets us
come now i’ll escort you to the balcony and light your cigarette
your lipstick smears across the filter as we’re trying to pretend
that each syllable you whisper is just conversation, please
although you came here on his arm
i know you’re leaving here with me

with your hand on my shoulder
we cannot break contact
then step into posture, then step in
oh tensions coming to a

wait, the service is now circling with gl-ssware
the spirits make your eyes become alive
and the emerald tint that reflects right through the crystal
and displays a sinister look in my eyes

with your hand on my shoulder, we cannot break contact
then step into posture, then step in and sink in
i’ll lean onto the railing
you wanted isolation
i pull your waist into me
you wanted isolation
i’ll tell you to give in but you wanted isolation
hun, this is just syntax and prowess

(indiscernible whispers)

the marble echoes just behind our hastened footsteps
as the wind attempts to burst inside the double doors, my dear
i think its time we bowed out
oh the guests are far too drunk, and we’re alone
now that we’re away, my intentions aren’t n0ble here at all

“excuse me darling, you have smeared my lipstick on your collar
and this act tastes of your affection
and how intricately you devised
this deceitful elegance to which is my last.”

if i were etiquette then i’d be abomination
if i was mangled as a body trampled by a croup detat
i’ll claim your silhouette and whisper words of ignorance
“you knew just what this was and now it is.”
so just accept the formula
and now you taste just like the cigarettes but with corkscrews for t–th
and i am ingesting into my lungs each breath you cannot breathe
so come and struggle in my arms and expel all thoughts of apathy
and i will stop the flow of sustenance into your veins and arteries
my gl-ss is overwhelming
[?] and i am inebriated now

[?]

can’t survive

- the stiletto formal

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