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[thisvelocity]

They hang men for less these days, or haven’t you heard? Your crimes cannot be measured in the number of bodies in your path, only by calendars, by time cards, by cigarette butts lining the street like apologies. You will not be forgiven in this city, your name will not be erased no matter how many times you try and leave. We will be living on the

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[bennybunny]

I would think in all hours, your friends are lucky people. Tenderness and care. Your words

I think you might enjoy woodydespair. I’m not sure how many of her posts are open right now, but the lyrical quality when she really writes, has time to write. Things in common. For her benefit as much as yours I'm sure.

This post made me listen to Desolation Row.