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my heart is a honky tonk

good days are always ahead 

it’s the old ones 

that brake my knuckles 

on the dead 

the ones that leave

are the ones that linger longest 

get lost in the weeds 

wind in the tall grass 

a wave upon the sea 

i wander far afield 

but always come home to you 


baby


my heart is a honky tonk 

a fettered beast

a stolen lover

a bed full of eels 

and maybe i’ll see you 

and maybe i won’t 

maybe i won’t. 

Posted 07/16/21
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