she wore blu
velvet and drank it
straight up black
when the mood played out slow
like sad song piano chords
throaty melody
torn from jazz
on a blues beat smoking
long filtered cigartettes
crystal mirrors tapping
blood red lipstick
she wore with her gold
crushed velvet heart
burned
out like lightening
flashing pink
for a mourning thrill
blu like velvet she wore
and drank it straight
up black like midnight
in the mood
haze
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