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Visions of mystics that I surely didn't see, But genuine was the mother of an ancient love— Funny to think of it all marred in equal parts spiritualism and consumerist bullshit, And all of them ignorant to the Kansas City memories they conjure.

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trevor-blevins

28 / M

For You?

Written by

trevor-blevins

28 / M

Published

Dec 10, 2015

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1m

Tags: #sorrow #memory #blues #prose #jazz

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