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A silky purple sky so hot like my head is under sheets there's no way I can breathe and see the patterns in the air of branches, twigs, veins of bark twisting clouds coiling slithering in the rain cold drops on the windshield again in another taxi another smoke stained cigarette hole in my cardigan and man I miss you in this Cajun heat the orange light bouncing off of cement streets where you have gone and I cannot defeat the demons dancing in my thoughts and dreams and everything you mean to me Where tornado alley never ends or goes to sleep. Ok, so I love you and I hate this Texan heat.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
Tornado Alley
A silky purple sky so hot like my head is under sheets there's no way I can breathe and see the patterns in the air of branches, twigs, veins of bark twisting clouds coiling slithering in the rain cold drops on the windshield again in another taxi another smoke stained cigarette hole in my cardigan and man I miss you in this Cajun heat the orange light bouncing off of cement streets where you have gone and I cannot defeat the demons dancing in my thoughts and dreams and everything you mean to me Where tornado alley never ends or goes to sleep. Ok, so I love you and I hate this Texan heat.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
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