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a night @ first friday in philly


Submitted:Oct 3, 2011    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Springtime Klepto, stolen in the night.

smoke exhaled to the OOOH!s and AAAAh!s in joyish plight.

As i become like a kite gliding about,

the undulations both quivering and stoudt.

Baring witness to everything cuming and going.

the tide she is flowing.

apparently (bitches Ain't shit and they F*cked with the right Ho)...

Pulled hair, Wrapped Whip windows, with wigs on Nymphos.

As i now like paper floating down the river feeling the currents go.

floating along i contemplate.

I spy weirdos to alleviate.

the pressure of being something different

in a world where everything is everything





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