Lucky Breaks always happen when things are looking bleakest, as in your life now.
Oh Jeanie, Jeanie, In a pink bikini
i have peat eyes.
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A girl he loves, his precious sun Her eyes like petals, soft and bright
deciding who should wear the hats of happiness and hardship
the damming the un dance
‘You’re beautiful!’ the half-eaten living man says, / a stream of blood splattering the half-eaten dead…
at the end of the day it comes down to a fist fight
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we bought it together at a pawn shop on East Ohio Street a bowery where people don’t know…