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(no title) scour the lonely streets, my friend searching for a stranger with whom you can pass the time and perhaps a bottle as well and lights line the bourbon streets chatter with a few shots to break the ice we knew from the start you were on the rocks but who chose to say? solace greetings with open arms and it began to waver just like we all did |
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written while listening to "flamenco sketches" by Miles Davis
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