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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in the treasure state's southern belle sam cooke plays in the background...and listens to a drowning heart...
i am dark plums bruised and strained through the collander of your painful memory your memory that forgets the plans we make the music we love to drive far away to you make these veins run red with karo corn syrup blood slit open like that bruised plum in the hot hard sun |
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