give me plenty of that guitar….
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Stills. slowly filling, liquid gold. into jars, under pale moonlight, somehow shines. second job. every night 🌙
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peculiar, interesting, what used to be. considered brilliantly. these days, time rolls on. relentlessly, leaving behind daydreams, unbelievable schemes, mixing illogically….crazy visions spinning, expecting to be believed……
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smiling crazily, one more please. fuck history. i need it all night, yesterday’s demons will ride away. leaving me one peaceful memory. …..
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eighteen years old, smiling maliciously, winking inappropriately. can’t escape reality……
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desperate, dissary…..swirling into Kansas, Dorothy will be here, Toto and Ezra too…….
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waltzing …
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just like this, swirling, twisting…ending up in Kansas, somehow….
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this girl i love, she don’t know. if she did, i’d have to behave. act like i cared. that makes me scared. trick or treat, my love, my sweet……
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known as, The Fenton Road Bum. kinda harsh. in my young eyes, i saw a human, a little down on his luck maybe. but still the same. his dignity matters somehow, someway……
