Flying to heaven on buzzard wings,
People throw empty milk bottles,
for lack of heavier things.
You had no more remorse than a
flea on your last day
for all the lives left broken.
It is a comfort to say,
you will not make the flight.
The dust stirs up in the heat,
the mechanics sway,
the air clears and on the ground you lay.









So how have you been how is art treating you ?
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yes.
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Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
hope to talk to you soon.
didn't hurt anyone right?
and that inclues yourself.
miss and love you much.
see ya.
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Slipping on the banana peels of mysticism...
as in...