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The corner stoned
This is inspired by a bus ride i took around pomona on a cool cali nite.
Her eyes are heavy, full of regret.
Her skin is tight, some say it glows of orange in the florescent light.
Lipstick gone wild, yet so sloppy for a mild kind of pink.
Long countless days and tiresome nights, street corner dreams and mindless fights.
No need to mention she drinks drinks drinks, drinks the away the pain and hopes to smoke the stress.
Life's joyous colors really never did do her justice.
Its all done and gone now, another name in the books.
She finds another shot of pride in a broken glassed stare.
Just sold more of her lovin, while still managing to inject herself with care.
Double Spaced?
Why? Fine writing. ~S~