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hell intersects at carondelet and bourbon sweatsheened street speakers lambast lucifers gates where grimy undercover angels lean to sleep and slumberpray the word of god sweeps through the concrete beat only humidity speaks while the spirit sings praise praise praise

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lindy

American

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Written by

lindy

American

Published: Sep 15, 2016
LinesWords: 440

Notes: The feeling of walking Bourbon Street in September.

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