these thoughts are why i have no friends
Monday
strings and 66
an alligator mind
mysterious
brings ya back in time-
Jun Bugs fly to the moon,
cotton mosquitoes continue
to suck my sister's blood
cripple from the heat
the bones of our ancestors
rot in the nocturnal night
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