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bottle caps

Printed in yellow pages
and written on their bellies.

A careless man takes
another gulp.

Waking
at two am to the sounds
of pigeons attempting
to get some sleep
because the street lights
are too bright.

White walls
flaking paint and
an electric organ from salvos.

All that remains.

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Rolwright

17 years 9 months ago

Give me Hoof

Great write it's a puzzling puzzle but it's cool to read the unusual cause usually that's some of the best reading.Hope your getting ready for your foreign exchange program.Have fun and enjoy the different culture and try your best to learn something.Damn I sound like a teacher Peace Lyrically Gifted Artist of Extreme Limits My Lyrics make the Sun brush the Moon Those Physics seem Impossible though a possibility of highly Improvible It's Illogical to think this flow as Unprofitable Cause whoever in listening range Pays Full Attention Rolwright