Feeling lost in a dream sequence, my molten daydream.
Wishing the Winter frost covering American heartache could be melted away by the burning fire of the desert, flaming, heavenly fireball.
Desiring a baptism in the murky tides of the Pacific ocean.
Washing away the dried seaweed and rice paper wrappings of my mummified, threadbare heart.
Casting the poor organ in golden glimpses of brighter days via creative sparks.
Streaming from my fingers like those that electrically screamed out from ruby slippers, destroying the metaphorical hands of wickedness my angst addled mind has ever trapped my soul in.
Calexico - Absent Afternoon
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