Davis saves

Because it’s one of those days months, and jazz makes me think I’m not really here at all, like maybe I’m somewhere else, smoking cigarettes and listening to beat poetry at 1 a.m., or slopping my way through rain puddles to some brownstone where M is waiting with a smile, probably having just escaped their own demons…

or something.


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