COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
two hours, sixty minutes
sad/happy on the rumbler.
nineteen stops.
nostalgia will never let me go.
so I have to break up with it.
like your first love in nyc.
and every time I come to.
or go from.
I wonder if this will be my last time.
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