hazy felt, ruby red

i found myself inside four cylinders
i couldn't believe the dynamics of her
she was waving me on
all i could think of was god and my sex
the color blue rose to a new level and froze
have you seen the boy jason under the influence
he i swear is a gem
the most unusual boy
let me tell you a story of seven castles and one angel
after spinning my yarn i fell to a new level and heard a ghost
a holy ghost
let me give you one final thought of mine
follow the call- dance with dogs- fight with saints

Jason Deas

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