Ego-youthful
Monday, July 25, 2016
Slow Drunk Lazy Cowboy Gospel
I walk through your light
I never see any sight
I'm growing old
Hairs grey, blood cold
Golden water is the sky,
Bluest high,
Slowest sigh
Glory, glory
I will see ya
Soon. I'm done for
The day.
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