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Jul 2018
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

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.
Written by
Matthew  35/M/Down south
(35/M/Down south)   
     Gabriele, Molly, --- and ---
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