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Visions of Johanna
Growing cloud of dark
Laughing at the
Dog's bark.
Television pulses,
Master's outline convulses.
Rain taps remind
Of hopes and identities
That bind,
Only visions of Johanna
Can light their mind.
Dylan is a whiny plagiarist.
Bob Dylan here, wrote that poem right after winning the nobel for literature.
Does the ghost of electricity howl in the bones of her face?
Yeah, fight me
Not poetic. Not deep. Not interesting. Please stop sharing.
Fight me
She's old
Johanna is a **
You're weak. She's beautiful.
You're weak, you should've been aborted
To bad you didn't do that right?