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Docile Wings |
| Angel of Twenties There was an Angel of Twenties In glitter nylon with fake pearls Lashes like plush mink fur Night is a tranquil game for her Laguna blue liquor soothes saliently Dancefloor beaming with melancholy Once alone again, the man won't leave Trapping her without docile wings Waiting for the faceless barkeep to rescue Keys meant to free us can't be found Silken, yet tattered heels dance in tow Finally, at peace in a moonlit throne |