Caught in a warm, fortunate updraft Here in L.A. Tailpipes cry the Wednesday-blues Songbirds sing the news Cacti grow so slowly, above the kitchen sink Wishing they could dance the night away, with us As we shuffle in the moonlight below The heavy-beats get so soft and squishy Squash-squirm, am I safe? I am Amongst [...]
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