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Boston A girl named Boston Wine colored hair and golden eyes Tattooed star and scarred legs Shouting to the azure sky Loud and clean beyond the lawn Through the orange clouds She wears sweet nothings Eating sushi on the rooftops Blowing goldfish bubbles through purple lips 29 grams of mystery Half of a reality and twice a lonely She thinks like that often The rouge thoughts flying But she was missing a piece of her puzzle And she knows that it’s gone forever Restless with her beauty that means nothing But nobody would miss her but the wind The Chinatown singing Placed in her eyes like precious jewels Set loose from