paris, texas, freeling….

Fangs for the part where you lie to me
fangs in the dog that barks at me
fangs that go bump in the night
fandango of the music of light
circle weaving cauldron of voodoo
plastic place mats
grass skirts made of bottle tops
27 kilometre tunnel of hope
force fed chickens in revolution
springs eternal…
fangs for the angels that look after children
fangs for the soldier of fortune
fangs for the mother of invention
fanfare of everlasting emotion
sprockets are now….
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