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Avail Front Porch Stories

color yourself, color yourself black and red and when you find life slow and simple then you've grown against the grain but look at yourself, you've

please, please don't disappear i'm clearly unprepared and aloof and trained to walk without though i can trace the steps we've made clearly so what is

been at this too long that's wise said drunk picked at the peddles again, bled red all sense is gone should have left the back door open lordy, lordy

when's better than now when's better than now to come with nothing and deny you when's better than now when's better than now to not believe a thing

sidetracked conveniently five steps from the mainline fresh off a grain porch drinking swill down from picking up in maine counting change "oh how i,

and i wait for an end but what about them with broken wings what about them we've become so indifferent is there a stance one could take to break the