head in lap, heart in mouth.
and that's a fact.
the last corner 'round the track.
ashen and less than holy, and in forty days
you'll have my back.
leaves of grass and arguments concerning gawd. merge with the
infinite pleasure of never knowing, always knowing.
punch out a tune instead of a face, and we're three steps forward and three steps back. a drunken waltz for a failing trust.
post cards for the downwardly mobile. one for every failed prayer.
donations will be matched if they are dated before the thaw.
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