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Jane Doe Blonde
To be more than a body, laying in a ditch without love.
To be more than her clothes.
You're supposed to be nameless once.
A kiss tattoo above your collarbone, you are the dim street lights, illuminating the wondering mind
–Miss Jane Doe.
Long blonde hair, curling over your wrinkled smiling lips, so you kept on drinking.
To be as lovely as Jane, a tsunami with her words and little brown skirt.
You are the hands that reach out and struggle against tides for one of many
–Miss Jane Doe.
So they comb through your blonde locks.
But will we ever find her? She is a shirt and socks.
The scorching sunlight on trees that hide the lady,
–Miss Jane Doe.
You've been on my mind, Dire Wolf, hands over eyes.
But every night, I lay my head along the trail of blood you left behind.
To think that could have been me, is a messy nightmare I do share with you
–Miss Jane Doe.
© Junemousonae
To be more than her clothes.
You're supposed to be nameless once.
A kiss tattoo above your collarbone, you are the dim street lights, illuminating the wondering mind
–Miss Jane Doe.
Long blonde hair, curling over your wrinkled smiling lips, so you kept on drinking.
To be as lovely as Jane, a tsunami with her words and little brown skirt.
You are the hands that reach out and struggle against tides for one of many
–Miss Jane Doe.
So they comb through your blonde locks.
But will we ever find her? She is a shirt and socks.
The scorching sunlight on trees that hide the lady,
–Miss Jane Doe.
You've been on my mind, Dire Wolf, hands over eyes.
But every night, I lay my head along the trail of blood you left behind.
To think that could have been me, is a messy nightmare I do share with you
–Miss Jane Doe.
© Junemousonae
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