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Beat’-en Track

By | Saturday, 11 August 2012

a sort-of beat poem Slung out and sleep deprived, We thrive, On black gold brewed by a child with a smile. Corporate America we’re drifting through like atoms without cause or meaning to reach some destination, of no relation. A pair of people, who care, prepare the location, somewhere, that we’re drifting toward, assured, that… Read More »