I am Filmmaker
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Sandpaper
Sandpaper tongues on gone down hounds
Shredded red town full of screaming sounds
And far out flame throwers turned outlaw rice grower
The dark out howlers with their grey gone powders
Taverns cheer liquid warm as gun metal gone armor
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