4 days ago
Highway 61
The white lines stretch into the heat,Where asphalt and the desert meet.The radio plays a scratchy blues,To help me shake...
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2 weeks ago
Southern Gothic
The Spanish moss hangs from the tree,A haunting, weeping canopy.The swamp is thick, the air is still,Beneath the shadow of...
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4 months ago
Broken Compass
The needle spins and will not rest,Upon its brass and polished chest.I’ve lost the North, I’ve lost the way,Inside the...
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