A poem about love that's been lost in a desert landscape.
I am in love with a man
That I talk to in my head
And he responds to me
Through lyrics on the radio
He told me I made music come alive
Why don’t we tune into the station
And ride off into the sunset
The prophet rolled all sixes
Why don’t we tune into 66.6
Station Morningstar
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Oooo I know who that prophet was!
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