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Date with my Dark Angel Black, Does not have to be full of negativity Drawn to the murky waters of artificial pristine waters That draws the weekenders The full moon brought my lover to me Unwanted, outcast from the fair weather lifestyle of pink happy people Spending their days in straight, gleaming, neon temples worshipping the god of social acceptance Tithing in Marshall Field’s I’d rather step from the tattered rooftops, into my lover’s wings Entangled in his beautiful deep embrace Even death must love |