The Ballad of Frances FarmerA Poem by Lucas Ingshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Farmer#Legal_and_psychological_problems
Saint Frances was the patron saint of seattle.
flawless was Francis, the sincerest saint of seattle punks. punks - punk'd by fatherless fathers 20 years after saving the queen. queen - dethroned by beauties with wider hips and smaller mouths. mouth - a mouth that betrayed thee. from blasphemer to psychotic they never gave you a chance. chance - that's all it took to fade from love to a crook. it didn't have to be like this... we all like to drink too much... but you left half a life as their's for the taking so we don't even know who's faking. we're lost now. and it's a lot to ask washington kids to find nirvana.
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