The Boho Dance/Oslo Opera



Waiting for some True Blood. Mhm...dreaming about the coctailhours. 

With runs in her nylons

A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris dress

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Nothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The streets were never really mine
Not mine these glamour gowns




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