Rain Angels of Sunset Bikes

He says all the wrong words

Rain angels of sunset bikes

He says all the wrong songs

The popsicle moon was no bird

Terrific wind knuckles i brave upon my head

The feet of dusk are a fever and forever

A guillotine of wildflowers

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