There are no teeth in my apple
and my lost love takes pictures
with backgrounds that I spy
saturation in. She misses me, I know it.
The litanies of street performers, and go-go rockstars--she shares the same
plea. But I do not know if she uses the same words.
But I hear their rhythm throughout the film.
Graffiti dollars nestled in the dark of my wallet--preparing for the rocks.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
There are no teeth in my apple
and my lost love takes pictures
with backgrounds that I spy
saturation in. She misses me, I know it.
The litanies of street performers, and go-go rockstars--she shares the same
plea. But I do not know if she uses the same words.
But I hear their rhythm throughout the film.
Graffiti dollars nestled in the dark of my wallet--preparing for the rocks.
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