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(the sound that only i can hear)

is the purple painted sky of an endless desert lullaby

a neon lights truck stop just outside flagstaff, arizona

cracked new mexico earth skin kissing somersault tumbleweeds

a hooker hotel in bakersfield

fried pickles and little bubbles in brown bottles of beer

our tornado siren soundtrack for walking in torrents of black nashville rain

and all of the beautiful trees

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