Feb 2015
I watch those who consume
to feel colored
in the lines
with the edge of my eye
it’s the slap
heard at the end of a fight
its hitting me
but I’m only holding the bottle
to feel colored
in the lines
with the edge of my eye
it’s the slap
heard at the end of a fight
its hitting me
but I’m only holding the bottle
(Long Beach, CA)
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