A wild world of night. whispering in the the broken glass lying on the floor. Speaking of secrets. Thousands of broken shards creating a beautiful new universe in burnt out building. Fire in soup can to warm hands. Friend for mice and swift moving shadows. Laughing in the darkness. twenty seven fingers poking through end of woolen gloves. An alchemist. A poet. A junky. A dream.
Side A- Mike T.
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Side B- Connor
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