America
Combing through America's
hair, a shiver runs up my spine. An
evening of covens drips from
her lips. Everything bleeds then
turns to mist. America, America. What
did I miss? You flow through the streets like
warm, velvet wine then poison the
masses to release all your binds.
© James Spencer Hoffman
hair, a shiver runs up my spine. An
evening of covens drips from
her lips. Everything bleeds then
turns to mist. America, America. What
did I miss? You flow through the streets like
warm, velvet wine then poison the
masses to release all your binds.
© James Spencer Hoffman
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