Denied
Well babe,
we is in Purgatory being purged during this ride,,
and the turnstiles are waiting on the other side,
to see whether its New York or Somalia on the flip side,
or a more subtle hell in the Earth...
to slide,
this knowledge is all that you're worth,
not again came the echo ...denied...
Don Johnson
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