Somebody Set Us Up The Bomb
Sometimes I miss New Mexico, hours before the sun finally hits the ocean here and there the skies have embered out–Albuquerque as dog bowl, ordinances about light pollution. Bay bridge…
Read moreSometimes I miss New Mexico, hours before the sun finally hits the ocean here and there the skies have embered out–Albuquerque as dog bowl, ordinances about light pollution. Bay bridge…
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