He lived down by the farmhouse where the stray cats sleep at night, just a deck of cards, two fold out chairs, and the ghost of his wife. And the devil lived in his doorway, kept out the love and hope. He lived a long, long, long time, a long time ago. He lost one yellow Sunday, when he reached into his throat and pulled out all the people that he had been and tried to choke. But together they overwhelmed him, and he couldnt help but explode. He lost a long, long, long time, a long time ago. Asked a man in town, and they said hes lawless. Said he was strange, and he was all alone. No place to go, he went up in smoke.
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 07:44:40 +0000
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