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And You Ask Me Why
You asked me why?
Why did I breeze by and not even provide a nonchalant turning of my eyes
As the rubbing of a crickets legs
The answer is
After the awakening of child into adult
The crimson sheet falling to the main performance
The act, a grand divine infusion of history, sex, and the rotating door of smoggy juke joints
soapbox philosophy, blah blah!
basement drugs that make you feel cozi
After highways.biways.girls named molly, drugs named molly
guns, hand grenades and the soft downy dew feeling ...