She Comparing Me To Bukowski And Kerouac
R Richard Wlodarski
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If she were
Some kind of
Damn depraved
Such lost cause
Immortal
I'd go down
On my knees
Pray to God
For not tease
But she's now lived
Jack's lonesome road
Buried her sorrows
In such tomorrows
Where life cries out for more
And lost and forgotten
Now so resurrected
Walks the road to freedom
Slave of the past reborn
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