everyone was moving
into their own adult world
making a name for themselves
hightailing their way out of
c a l i f o r n i a
our group slowly trickled
down to three and then two
sat upon our barstools
were just me and you
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sins of an angel
Poetryshe's a saint with the lips of a sinner, she's an angel with a devilish kiss.
