Don't talk to
the ghosts anymore
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- We can control the machines (it's the beauty insi...
- lucked into you pretty hard (tripped the fantasy t...
- Don't talk to the ghosts anymore
- Petal to the metal ain't just small-talk Burn som...
- give me something with a throttle to pin (let's ...
- Here in the countryside (stoking the fireside of m...
- you make me miss myself sometimes with the mounta...
- We seen some graveyard times (packed our bones on...
- You know that I write poems, right? And that I am...
- so your skin was the tone of the Maid Asleep, Whi...
- shall we walk into the View of Delft Float butter...
- I have that indian summer where we rode outlaw and...
- you know these poems are all about you if you read...
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- Hunted the lonely Avatars lovely in their enlighte...
- Let it never be said that I did not love the Machi...
- Time sounds smooth movement hips swaying lips conv...
- worked through the cowboy times (cracked leather s...
- The universe began at our flesh connection (time ...
- Spider Mythology
- Thank you Mother for the golden leaves on the tree...
- No spiritual traps here nothing spiritual about me...
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About Me
- Andrew Sohan George
- "One can never drink too much strong coffee." I like; *70's records *those that shine from within *fast motorcycles *slow motorcycles *and the hyper-intelligent individual
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