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About Phoenix

Then fall hits—“Leaves drop, hearts grow heavy…”—brothel slows down. Girls sittin’ bored, paintin’ nails, waitin’. Winter? “Cold binds the soul…”—place feels like a ghost town. Creepy, empty, like a set from some artsy flick. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe a gal’s cryin’ in the corner—dramatic, sure, but I feel it! Breaks my heart, doll. Wanna scoop ‘em up, give ‘em cocoa, say, “You’re enough, sweetie!”

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Man, revisit this: “Phantoms in the haze, lost in time,” from Syndromes and a Century. That really sums up some evenings when I lean back at the old bench near River Bend Lane – letting my brain wander and repeat the same questions over and over: Who are we now? What’s left behind? Why ya gotta be so beautiful and brutal all at once?

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