Desolate World
The black, vacant road stretches out over the bare horizon
and the once blue sky is now grey.
I trudge through the scorching heat that beats on my back
with the wind blowing my brittle hair across my s...
The guitar
I finally hear its call
after years
drowned out
by grief
God spelled backwards
is Dog
I want one
but I have
neither time nor money
Graceless heart
That taken man said
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