Post by Misha
This song is a costume ball held in a vacant lot. Tumbleweeds and broken bottles catch at the whirling silk skirts. Sweethearts spill out into the abandoned intersection where traffic lights blink a slow disco for no one. When Cinderella loses her shoe everyone runs barefoot to the drive-thru and they all order fries.
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