Aug 2011
trails of smoke in the night sky
where are we?
the occasional glimmer of stars through the curtain
it doesn't matter where
each flower
keep the pedal down
a rainbow on your pillowcase
*we are now.
where are we?
the occasional glimmer of stars through the curtain
it doesn't matter where
each flower
keep the pedal down
a rainbow on your pillowcase
*we are now.
(27/M/Fremont, CA)
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