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Apr 15, 2010
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pocket full of copper
i am wealthy with humble change
how the haughty flash or roll of stash
is hidden
i tuck my plastic pack copper
in pockets of my faux bomber jacket
sling the fur collared fake
(AceofSpades)
BF-109 nosing profile down
trailing smoke
across my back
(shoulder immobolized broken)
pain grating at the break
tinted purple wire shades
black on black skull t-shirt
step out on mission downtown
flying on meds
with enough for a coffee
to warm my battered nerves
blue turqouise ten speed drive
wheel clicking soothingly
with wind in my soul
gotta roll!
— Esker, Apr 15, 2010
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Seren
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I thought this ? was fucking
Esker
16 years 1 month ago
cooking dinner
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Wow
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if
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Steven...