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Feb 2013
I guess these words I write help rock my soul to sleep.
Peace. Tranquility. A humming buzz.
What force gets shifted to disturb these nice things?
Over rocks or a shot.
Maybe that's the start?
Maybe it's the way certain people make me cringe.
Maybe I need to get a better hold of this song.
Guide it through the sunny path.
Easy cruising.
Steady heart.
Miss Misery
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Miss Misery  Los Angeles
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