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By God I'm Gone
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restless nights gone to waste by the intensity of my brainwaves
awake for several weeks without an end in sight. We fail to feel
frequent the fun stuff surmising aged opinions like sour wine…
You may feel like you're
You may feel like you're gone, but your standout skill is all here. Impeccable structure, edgy language, emotive power. Seems to me the lights are on and you're definitely home.
Thank you dearly Patty
I be talking non-stop like a busted fuckin' jukebox feels like Poetry is lost, but inkblots breech blue twilight then lavender lighting strikes and opens her petals.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes