lightness hanging over dark bushes, railroad west corroded but still working.
let me walk my own route deep in the middle of all this. all this waste. how beautiful.
time goes by and comes back again in a dirty, ripped t-shirt. i open another bottle of
meaningfulness. later tonight something will make sense, i guarantee, something this way comes.
put the record back in the sleeve, it's hot, it's old, it's leaves that moan in the reverse rain of cauliflower thoughts. corroded road west amidst vanity trash beauty.
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