TARLOS! Thank you, Ryan Murphy
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Nashville '98
Nashville ‘98 His voice followed me Across the front yard Pleasing when he tries to impress me Speaking Italian. Even more When I see the smile Following me Bare chest framed by the window A place to rest my head Perhaps. To reciprocate Impossible The greetings chase the country blues away. I wonder how strong He is. Strong enough to break down Barriers? I want to break him Out of his fragile prison.