visualize / “the only thing i know is this: i am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.”

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san luis, gregory alan isakov

[heorte]

Oh, highway boys all sleeping in
With their dirty mouths and broken strings
Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea
For you, the queen of San Luis
I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me
A bird’s-eye view of San Luis