I'll keep tip-toeing the tar strips
of the residential labyrinths
of this suffocating suburbia
until I'm dancing in a modern field
with flowing pants and forever winds.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
I'll keep tip-toeing the tar strips
of the residential labyrinths
of this suffocating suburbia
until I'm dancing in a modern field
with flowing pants and forever winds.
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