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Jan 2015
he's out there searching, a distance from my backyard, licking his paws, bathing his plush fur, he is of desire, I know him well, he is with Howlin wolf and they chain-smoke and laugh over bourbon together, he speaks in my ear and


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Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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