• a.p. duvall


I walk alone every road I turn down

Memories to burn never make a sound

Your cigarette blowing in the breeze

Memories to keep have left silently

The losing cause found the reflection

The thief escapes without exception

It’s not a choice that I ever turned down

This lovely home burns to the ground

Take it all in stride this deathless ride

Take a photograph

Place it on my tab

Curl your hair and fix your stare

Alert all your friends

It never ends

The window breaks the sun shines black

Conscious weight is all that you lack

Take it slow clutch the reaching hand

Bear witness to the bleeding land

I walk alone every scarred piece of road

The pearls shine like stains on a soul

Collect your calls redirect ones coming in The chosen one is busy shooting heroin


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