I have a guitar worth $50 I can sell
I have a guitar that can afford to go to hell.
From my cancer-colored gutter
These are my possessions.
If there was a market for my skin
I'd cut her.
So I started a new novel. I swear, it's like every short story I start now veers too long and then becomes something more than a short s...
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