jeffrey robin · Oct 1, 2010
streets

streets of piss and blood
they decieve
streets of grace and dream

we were young once
we are young always

we lay with girls in kind
we rose and saw
sainted hills

we were young once
we are young always

do i know you?

i know you
all too well

the streets bleed children
the ages
shame themselves with silence

we are silently
piss and blood

 
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