just another beginning for a reflection that's out worn its
i don't want to sound profound,
just like to give
a shoelace lies on a tattered windowsill
serving as the
Boyd was a cop on the L.A. beat
saw the
they bled your piggybanks and maimed your pride,
the straws
the porch swing sits empty on a cold summer's day
tonight I've realized it's you I've betrayed, sold out and
in gray skies I'm here standing your written prose I
hey there little girl we used to have the greatest
i will stand hollow cheeked and awestruck as the rain
nothing I will ever say will look like truth to
intake, the image of mother stealing from the cradle at
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