oh lord.
sweet and melodic jazz,
the soundtrack of my life
drowns every honk, siren and scream
that fills this city.
steam rises from sewers
like escaped convicts
and pours onto the sidewalks.
drunken vagabonds lay on steps
and lonely men drink coffee at 2am.
i do not stop- the light glows green.
lost innocence works her streets-
a child slowly walks by
twelve, maybe ( Read more... )
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ive never been over!
whats the deal?
sheesh!
we gota hang out before the 6th though.
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