What Is Is What Must Be I’m driving down some road, returning from somewhere I can see what’s on either side I’m glad those lines are there. I turn on some dirt path and park by an untilled field, a rest stop for my loneliness a symbol of night’s yield. The only words that matter are spoken by a whore. All the rest is distraction, mortality’s de…
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