thin thick tick
dinner
goddesses of the cemetery
where we drink cheap wine
waiting for the daybreak
still
I play guitar
my partner reads a Bukowski book
were it not for his life it'd be boring
writers vs. consumers
I stop playing guitar
draw mandalas in snow
listen to the machinery of sky
this is a perfect morning
with some American friends and children
who play smiling
teach me how not to become
but be
free in the mosaic of music.
were it not for his life it'd be boring
writers vs. consumers
I stop playing guitar
draw mandalas in snow
listen to the machinery of sky
this is a perfect morning
with some American friends and children
who play smiling
teach me how not to become
but be
free in the mosaic of music.
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