forget it mun
Dusty Springfield singing
the old songs the old flames
over the log fire crackling the
static of time pixilated over
and over the cat’s snoozing on
a night that is as wet as a frog
drowning down the backroads the
graffiti of a mind in dissolution at
all the thoughts that these winsome tears
have torn from the blackness of a
black sky on a black night
that thought that thought ..
mmm ...
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