Re: Pumpkin Spice ___

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Outside the streets on fire in a pumpkin Spice death waltz
Between what’s Pumpkin Spice and fantasy
And the poets down hear don’t Pumpkin Spice at all
They just Pumpkin spice and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their Pumpkin Spice
And try to make a Pumpkin Spice stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Pumpkin Spice land.
"There's a felling I get when I look to the west"
"When the meaningful words. When they cease to function. When there's nothing to say."

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