The night is delirious.
The lights of the city are
small, broken, hallucinogenic eyes
that are watching us.
I want to be in the middle of a highway.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
The night is delirious.
The lights of the city are
small, broken, hallucinogenic eyes
that are watching us.
I want to be in the middle of a highway.
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