Party In The Villa

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Lost in the drunken villa
Near the edge of the bridge to the barn
Sun rose long ago
Though eyes still wander from night black and owl's rasp

Raindrops drip on the cold floor
Making little mud pools everywhere
The mouth is dry and words are numb
Since the fall on my face caused a swollen face, ached ribs and a shaken skull

I wonder much freely though
In the white gown
They made me wear
Gravity is gone, and flowers are blooming
Living in a dream maybe

The flooded Ridge broke the bridge
Yesterday
Not today
Nor tomorrow
For me
Maybe

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