She was just a small town girl from just another town, they said.
I knew different.
I watched them as the boys ran round, chased all the other girls in pearls, after supper.
Nathaline.
Something special about??????
Kerosene.
The midnight hair, as she moves through the air, on a cumulus built for two.
Seen her by the Broadway bridge, the others down below.
We held our ears to the floorboards, echoing now.
She would take the long way home, I'd never understand the way she misread the hours as the minutehand.
Nathaline.
Something special about a???????
Kerosene.
The midnight hair, as she moves through the air, on a cumulus built for two.
Nathaline.
Something special about a???????
Kerosene.
The midnight hair, as she moves through the air, on a cumulus built for two.
Nathaline.
Something special about a???????
Kerosene.
The midnight hair, as she moves through the air, on a cumulus built for two.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS