teasing the window glass
like a young lass
film noir star
throwing shade ona honeymoon killing spree
in nineteen fifty-three
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rain was licking the drainpipes and teasing the window glass like a young film noir star throwing shade ona honeymoon killing spree in 1953. the screen was silver and we polished it, too. me and you. maybe we're nobody. in the outskirts of a small city, you gave me midtown Manhattan, 1922. I felt like someone whose been kissed on both cheeks. enough of the valley. we went for Sierras. the high of high peaks.