you were born bad Charlotte! you were born bad! and you will die bad!
the sun sets in the east
with it goes the warm embrace of love
the night brings no stars
most chicago nights seldom do
give me your word
before this windy city takes it
i long for my summer nights
a lovers embrace
but spring in this city holds no friend at all
the snow still comes
even with the sun staying up long
where is your summer
bring me your heat
i give you my heart
you hand me a receipt
poem by Charlotte Ambrosia
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