It rained at the 7/11
and I strolled to the gas station
the thin blur that passes into my vision
and smiles
Coins for the cigarettes
trying to see your ID
from 1:20 to 2:10
to that roof
rolling your ********* joint
and listening to the pigs drive by
we walked to the bus stop
then to the walgreens
we found water at the school
warming your hand
before you walked me home
faces drenched in the rain
wishing to get back sane
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 3:48 AM UTC
It rained at the 7/11
and I strolled to the gas station
the thin blur that passes into my vision
and smiles
Coins for the cigarettes
trying to see your ID
from 1:20 to 2:10
to that roof
rolling your ********* joint
and listening to the pigs drive by
we walked to the bus stop
then to the walgreens
we found water at the school
warming your hand
before you walked me home
faces drenched in the rain
wishing to get back sane
2011
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