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If pinbunnys and
red crust could -
You.
Angry for what you lost -
If eyes could peek through laced fingers
searching winded face -
"Nah, the city aint for you kid.
the city is... -
Your hand is a cradle
Your face, ivory sculpture -
Crackled lines blurred from sweaty palms-
Lungs twitch. -
mmm-mmm baby.
Them notes poppin' -
A backyard dogwood tree remains
Floating stains of silk pink petals -
Home
Is spelled Blue Ridge Blvd.by thepirate 28 lines, on Dec 16 6:55 PM 2004. In Contemporary -
Began with black jewleryNot that I minded, no.Who condemns accessoryLeather, Spikes, and day-glowI was the dead inside her frosted eyesR
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