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Leandra, hear me calling you Looking for us we never knew
I seem to remember writing this shortly after The Lost Vodka Infusion, upon return from a trip to her parent's home where her family and friends joked about race and...
Feverishly I worked my craft Like a mad scientist on the verge of his greatest discovery
I am a forgotten tree in humanity's garden Shading all those who believe, toiling in the Son's burden
Sitting in my car listening to the radioHeaving smoke out the windowWaiting to work all day at the KFCDreading the grease, grime, and smell of chicken
Fast stirring olives - At the bar saying - “I’m a bit racist” - Hand rising upward...