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
Sunday, March 22, 2015
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