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Renegade wind.
All I long to do is move about like the wind,
Leaving behind only my ghost to haunt the streets of Babylon.
Like a lost son of Geronimo, with his renegade band of bones; I search the American cosmos for a wild tomorrow.
Leaving behind only my ghost to haunt the streets of Babylon.
Like a lost son of Geronimo, with his renegade band of bones; I search the American cosmos for a wild tomorrow.
Published 26th Nov 2016
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26th Nov 2016 3:57am
Welcome to DU Keith! A great write to start off here with.......let the wind roar......purple smiles & hugs xo :)
26th Nov 2016 5:09am
26th Nov 2016 5:29am
As you haunt the streets of Babylon, I hope the alleyways of DUP are just as appealing! Welcome to the community Keith :D
26th Nov 2016 1:03pm
Anonymous
26th Nov 2016 3:49pm
Very vivid.
Such lovely ink 💓
Such lovely ink 💓
