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By sassy Date: 2005 Jun 10 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.10.22.39.27397]] |
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This place is hardly the badlands but something in the night or in the dark fire of Candy's room makes me feel like I can break free from the factory and barrel down streets of fire, racing in the streets toward that darkness on the edge of town, the summer heat rises up like sulky sin and I push along; I know out there somewhere there's a promised land where you can hold your baby tight, love him right, and prove it all night. |