host to decompost

i made it through the wilderness some how i made it through.. innocence lives in the heart not the mind... in a self exhile... dirty white faded fake russian fur migrant cowgirl of detritus-- swirls of spray painted pearls a time travelling romantic dandy-- clik clak boots stroll in ivy alleys and fancy mud-- switchblade eyes absorbing pain violence and isolation- building a giant headache-- dreams of floating funeral pires-- influenced by the wind with wide eyed laughter at destiny-- hides from the sun-- idealistic lover of a tic tacked broken clock world unwinding... hope to see you on the shady side

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