In three words? Red Hair's Weird.
I want to tell them with open letters deploying parachutes ...
Your letters dance around my tongue in crimson rhythm, fluorescent tempo. ...
I was born a desert man in the valley of the sycamore trees where life tends to suffer and flourish through agony. ...
I'm trying to be. I'm trying to be better - Better then I thought ...
What is there to do? When the goals have all been met When a person dreams the future, but Not what to do next. ...
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