After hours
Sweet n’ sour Hangin round Home unbound Lurk and looking Hope keeps cooking Hidden, lonesome Down off Folsom When I wonder Longing hunger In the shadows Mine don’t matter Towards the door Heart is sore No one for To come undone Dizzy stumble High to humble Home alone Grind and groan In the morn Scourge and scorn Self reproach First class coach All I’m after Vector, Raster. Spirits calling Faster falling 9/3/21
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