Notes
sweet and bitter in the suburbs where the cold wet blacktop is still and dark when the kids run off the play somewhere else, empty neon drugstores and fitful sleeps in sad stone houses, the boarders skate the streets at night, trying to steal the sunset that will forever elude their grasp
1 comment on Drive thru nights in sleepy hues, I'm lonely when I'm next to you
givemecoffee April 29, 2012
another masterpiece
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