To Tove Lo (ii)

They hid her voice

Behind Alkamaine

Traced by wings of a butterfly

 

Tove Lo she said

Stay high all the time

Just to keep you on my mind

 

Breasts like an angels

Tits pierced with dimes

A face buried behind the pain…

 

She kept herself locked in

And played to just pretend

If only she was my friend!

🙂

 

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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