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And the creaking of the laboured trees.
And my hips when I fuck bees.
Said she was Spanish but came out Maltese.
…I drive fast
I am alone at midnight
Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind…Me when I hear echoes on the wind (i’m not gonna heed them)
Me when I hear chirp
For me is it’s my new friend John Red Corn the Cardinal - he’s spanning most of my neighborhood between a few blocks.
