came in blazing. two halves, saturated and in an outward sorta way. victim to all of lifes dreamers. a girl i thought a woman. schools in session and ive been out for every finger on both hands. the clock struck gold and a northern wind blew in, feverishly, openly, and well, words were shared. sometimes, sunrise, the moon and silver, two strictly and stricken strikes. round two. next week. open arms. an abrupt and awkwardly enunciated hi.
otis redding. rock me baby. the sweet twang of that old guitar.
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