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WHEN THIS MOMENT ENDS

Poetry By: blue3232
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GROWING UP IN ,NJ,LAND


Submitted:May 28, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


  • copper clocks belching ,miniature cities filled with white smoke,tattoes painted every where,and a slum lord waiting to sell his dope.big shiny cars yelling and sreaming as a child hides in this heat ,a man pulls out a gun and points it at me and you,then a cop pulls his gun out ,and just like that ,,,,,,,,,,,,this moment ends only to begine the next day...





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