| Life's Back Pocket | |||||
| So easy to feel.... just take a stand!! Clear: but never alone, free: if you plummet down into life's back pocket. I bury my face..... Light and advance on every supernatural awakening, like craziness. Instead of young service: super world pictures, sober nightmares, small like death. From late days come things, like tears. |
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