GRAVEL
Sticks and stones, or however that goes : I
take it to the Tenderloin. Every girl in the
world is haunting a doorway as I pass. Just
like a Nickelodeon of the mind - images
soundlessly flashing by. every instant,
a short 'stop' between.
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I just wish, I just wish. Then the sky comes
down, then the sky comes down. (Here I
go again. Here I go again).
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