Rising Steam and HopscotchSometimes I like to pretend That the sound of cars racing past , Is really the sound of crystalline waves , Crashing upon sandy shores. And the exhaust those cars spill into my lungs, Is really just steam, Rising from the hot pavement, After and midsummer downpour.Rising Steam and Hopscotch
I like to pretend, That deafening police sirens drowning in my ears, Are actually new born babies in a nursery, Testing out their new found vocal chords . And that those babies’ parents,
Are going to be fit to raise them, Rather than teenagers forced into parenthood, Or lost souls dest
the rumors are true
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I've learned that when life hands you lemons, a bird will always shit in your lemonade.
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Into every life a little rain must fall. I must be living for several people.
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Appreciate sex, don't destroy it.
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Feel free to laugh, just as long as it doesn't hide your true feelings.
-susan sontag-
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READ MY POETRY HERE!
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He's smoked out in the back of the van
says he's held up with holding on and on and on and on
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He's smoked out in the back of the van
says he's held up with holding on and on and on and on
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READ MY POETRY HERE!
[link] <--- High Quality Musica!
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Feel free to laugh, just as long as it doesn't hide your true feelings.
-susan sontag-
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