Mickey Crabbe:
It does not seem like yesterday that Mitch and I met and started making music together. I don't know if any of you would know or even remember that Mitch and I met in the hospital. Mitch was there with his jaw wired shut after defending the honor of a girl he didn't even know. Me. And I of course was there to visit, I felt really bad. And the only way that Mitch could communicate with me was on paper. Every word of it poetry. And if you don't mind, MItch, I have the very first poem that you wrote me: Parched in exile / thirsty for your smile / though silence behind this barbed wire mask / your spirit burns through that I might bask / in your cool misty loveliness.
Mitch Cohen:
I just wanted a drink of water.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:09