a love poem xxxxiv
driving down the boulevard hot love looks fresh as allthelightshangingonthecity or a lady dressed in the frills of good manners— and feeling plays easy from far away.
up on a ? w/him wait 4 yr s— if you want an original piece of wrk.
so many stuck in their lives, slumming street corners, working on spec. i even turned down the tv and— nothing.
11:27:42 AM
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