An empty forest, filled with spurs, steam coming from a gully and a
burning barge on the bayou. Cocaine lines on a cigar-tugging chest;
dirty feet on the plastic covered couch.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Swear to me, Poetry by Will Humphrey
If I vanished in front of your eyes
Right here right now
Would you cry?
You don’t know me
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