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  • Jester Sighs

    January 13th, 2025

    From day one I gave it no brinks how I knew this man. He has gone insane and every drink near him turned to cherry tobacco backwash. A gem he was near. Strapped with guitar, he fell apart in glares that he was okay. Privy to the fact that he had juanted his whole life away to 3 absent marriages. He wasn’t there nor did he show up. He has rattled my brain since. Like haunting bells every time he’s near.

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