.I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes
That shaped folded banks inside
As he shivered out thoughts
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans"
Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths
All these thoughts were rolled ont.
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