Package of letters
sent from Mississippi
came by rail
and stage coach too.
Don't know what I am about to do,
I've got the Blues so deep
I need a shovel and a tool.
I don't know what I am a gonna do.
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...