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This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

She's her own sad blues bar

We arm-wrestled for a whiskey.

I held her like a sneeze.

My cartoon cowboy lasso tied

my heart to her vacant chair.

 

She’s her own sad blues bar

wearing the dress

of a traveling band.

 

I’m my own empty rail car

wrapped in the ocean

of endless summer.

 

Text by SM Simões

 

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by Balthazar Simões