Sunday, March 22, 2015

What if I was already
gone
when you found me
sitting by the side of
the road

next to you around midnight
(that life was even rough
for an outlaw)

Shack inside a barn
(we loved it there
like it was a shadowy
 paradise)

Later you made that
underground white palace
shine

Perhaps I left too much of
my magic there

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