I HAVE NO MONEY, TO BUY YOU A SOPHISTICATED BMW. I HAVE NO CAR, TO GIVE YOU A RIDE. 'CAUSE YOU SAID THERE' NO NIGHT TO SPEND OUTSIDE, IN THE COLD, WITH JAZZ, AND WRONG TELEPHONE. I KNOW THERE'S NO HEART TO BLEED YET THERE'S A PLANT CALLED "BLEEDING HEART". FATHER BOUGHT IT YESTERDAY, PLANTED IT, ON THE GROUND, WITH SEEMING HOPE, SHIMMERING LOVE, AND TELEPATHIC HOMES, FOR I KNOW, I KNOW THERE'S NO RETURN OF ME TO MY HOME, MY DEAR DEAR HOME. YOU KNOW, YOU DID SELL ME- MY GAMBLING GADGETS TO THAT OLDIE GOLDIE LADY WHO WORE JEWELS OF MANY THAT SOME GIFTED HER, AND SHE KNEW SHE LOOKED GOOD, BUT I KNEW THEY WERE NIGHTMARES, THEY WERE THE DEMONS OF SLEEP PARALYSIS. I KNEW NOT HOW TO GET OUT OF THAT HELL CAGE, SO I STOPPED DRINKING WATER THAT GAVE LIFE, THAT HELD LIFE AT THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING OF YOU AND OF ME AND THE BEGINNING. AM I INSANE? PERHAPS NOT, 'CAUSE I KNOW YOU ARE A DELIBERATE SIN. YOU SOLD ME FOR THE PETTY SILVER COINS THAT ARE WORTH A NOTHING.
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Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions
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