Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

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Badlands

Dust flying up behind that big, black car
It's all a dead-end. You can't even
Put a match to it. Only the gasoline
Burns. But there's still the radio
To keep you breathing. The badness
Glows. Look down. Fidget. Smile.
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