Go South. Turn Left.

Go south. Turn left. What’s left of your life is no
longer than the rest, stopped at a red light. Wrong
just means you’ve messed with what folks think a good man must

believe. Lay your head on my breast. Weave
your heartbeat to my breath, blessed with more
clout than others could digest. Go south.
Turn left. Unload what you’ve learned.



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