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I met a fella, whose names to become the bane of where I fantasized relinquishment would endow. Powerhouse of a sentence for the nonexistent crowd that is my audience. If it doesn’t make much sense to you, I'll have you know it’s not necessarily supposed to. Keep it vague play it safe. Anyways, he was perched on a discreet, backstreet curb, taking a break from the inner city alms bowl and chaos as he slobbered over a decoy Dasani plastic bottle of vodka… straight up!
The shadows were shivering silver beneath the full moon’s gloom through foggy trees.
You may feel like you're
You may feel like you're gone, but your standout skill is all here. Impeccable structure, edgy language, emotive power. Seems to me the lights are on and you're definitely home.
Thank you dearly Patty
I be talking non-stop like a busted fuckin' jukebox feels like Poetry is lost, but inkblots breech blue twilight then lavender lighting strikes and opens her petals.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes