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Wet pavement and orange street lights The sound of distant tires Cutting a path through the moisture Laying in the cracks of the highway Wet and thick Breathing in the fog A record playing in my head pops and cracks, jazz, singing out Some lonely saxaphone Buzzing Humming The entire world is black but orange Sitting on a curb Smoke another one I fit so perfectly in this performance Yet I've never been so detatched
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
Some Lonely Saxaphone
Wet pavement and orange street lights The sound of distant tires Cutting a path through the moisture Laying in the cracks of the highway Wet and thick Breathing in the fog A record playing in my head pops and cracks, jazz, singing out Some lonely saxaphone Buzzing Humming The entire world is black but orange Sitting on a curb Smoke another one I fit so perfectly in this performance Yet I've never been so detatched
Just spewed this off the top of my head. Ain't wrote in a while. Feels nice.
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matthew-3
35/M/Down south
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
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