There is a town that doesn’t sleep. It’s calling me deep unto deep. I see stars wasting, Glory heads became story birds. White house and black seeds. I didn’t call it weed. Where is that flirt town? That took our daughters with a frown. Turned them to lifeless skirts Naked is the new shirt. – […]
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