Heavy boots fall hard onto the outskirts. Stomping in Stomping out Storming off Back and forth towards the outlaws and exiles, Hiding away in the…
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they found the last of the oil. it was in my veins. a rusted heart rests.
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it’s a dust house now in a flat trash town where we hold our breath. hidden life between broken lines. grays and whites. we play…