Shylene grew up, in 10 years, the border of Mississippi and Missouri. Why not? the sun set and burnt out as I washed away the blood-filled. Shylene's little fingers splayed out.
The King of Clubs and the Jack of Ones
We drank fuut punch and watched the TV scramble the news. Twin Peaks lives deep in my mind. I did splits on the bed room wall. Police knocked on the motel room door. Shylene's wifebeater's stained yellow. We drove town to town on little to no money.
The marks of true gentle men
We survived for a time.
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