marilyn ii

Hollywood's a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty.

In the hall I heard your faints falling,
Your trial and my corrections made.

You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers of.

No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear

couldn't decide between the two, so here's both versions. the other is here: [link]