Nocturnal groove
she took her medicine to hear the shadows sing
the sun was playing blinds like a hundred golden strings
a rattlesnake on a hot tin roof laid down a beat for the final groove
he took his baby out for a midnight drive
the moon was shining bright like hermes & his holy light
fireworks reflecting in his tears
when he buried her under willow trees
gone, gone, gone
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