with a landscape

so sad mandolin turn us into a prison dance at strip club corners of wooded yards hair in the bathroom your hair disappears how the hell did I get here sweetheart luscious over again crooked still like bluegrass was it a color lie he asked me for my number on a horse darling feet landslides I’m carefree and destroyed remember that once could what was that we once could do the many sagas wordless in the evening sky in front of many strangers I screwed and heard they dug

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