Painting apotropaic eyes upon this ghostly vessel. My mind is warm and open late. Got off the train at Diversey just to see the Brewster Building in the moonlight.
Air raids in the afternoon had us running towards the fortress in our hearts. All we knew was to seal our dreams in jars, never forgetting to poke holes.
Stay away from the tracks because I'm pretty sure that death rides a horse... and that a six-shooter mixed with a 10 year battle is a recipe for disaster.
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