Black rubber bag...
Sun burns in a perfect day
Now smell the air of this perfect sky
Silent sweet
A precious place
Desirable shade
Beneath the pinion pine
Drawn by the beauty
Of my own terror
Close to the edge
Swallow the void
Vultures fly
The Arizona sky
These tell-tales signs
Bloated body like a TV dinner
Let the death move in
And let the feast begin
Flock of flowers
Desert developes fever-blister
After the rain
Black rubber bag...
Flock of flowers
Desrt develops fever-blister
After the rain
Black rubber bag...
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