Beauty is in the eye of the nodded out under a a215 blue sky so high u cant see the clouds are hidden behind a straw a dusty blue fog a saga of pain in plain white tees making a living off of forced habits that ravage the savage neighborhoods paved in orange bottles with used syringes flung to the side of the the highway some just wish ta fly away on a spoon covered in cotton n heated by the flames of rage from the past a quick push n all is well till the next buy and sell of love on side streets........Roxy
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 12:01:41 +0000
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