false blond

love is such a brittle thing that leaves the little bridge lame

her blond hair is a real thing that leaves her smile queuing

for her lips over a green river staring at an impossible moon

her voice a forever dream her waves a distant spring her love

impossible her heart can feel the fire of the false blond julia

a forever night separates spring from rain a dark angel a fox

gone grey early winter strikes your heart hurt hurdle I know

roses are murder and pineapple cats as feline your leo black pants

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