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Cafe Jezebel

Story Rhinehart

You didn’t look at me
My flesh like a window
Open to a crooked river

We were sitting in the Cafe Jezbel
I started singing in your ear
You didn’t look at me

You stirred the rum&coke with your finger
Took a gulp
Of a crooked river

I remember the night I met your wrist
Or the fat on your hips
You didn’t look at me

I am standing in puddles
Where the graffitti stains
This crooked river

I see your body like a city
Each part an avenue I eventually came to know
You didn’t look at me
Standing in a crooked river

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