TULSA
There's no normal here like in
the Oklahoma which cheers
on starlets too with all that
OK stuff. Here, instead, just
brown, dark, dirty streets.
A sorry 12th street morning.
I want to go away, and then
I just remember that I already
did and that's how I'm present
here now. And then, askance
once more, I want to jeer :
here now. And then, askance
once more, I want to jeer :
(There is no normal here).
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