happy-sap
lovey-dove mad—
uh,
blame the hormones?
Bored
and fatherless,
poor,
poisoned, directionless—
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So let there be floodlights floating out upon the lawn to drive out the darkness from that halogen dawn now glistening on the dew— ... -
But if a kid's worth could be measured in miles, spit through the engine across the threshold, most of us couldn’t break the g... -
Headed out for sights and maybe a bite this hot-ass night, I met Jamie on the bridge, just hangin’ over the traffic ridge. It was ... -
This kid's street's an asylum and his asylum cell's a prison, because in kid-prison they’re fed poison and are told it’s ... -
So there in the cricket field stands Seth stomping out his cigarette in the high grass as he passes through the blacktop school yar...
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