Graffitt imatates fragments of my life; one has to be creative
when left with nothing chemistry forms equations only less than intellegance can foresee solutions to
be alone in a city full of lights resembles summer time black outs never know when something will hand you the fright
being fear which is owned by every city migrator
climbing these whicked pole hands begin to ache plates crackling down to the barls skin flappin like weight on a struggler
Twisted faith i have staying in a hotel with strangers trusting integraty to dislocate my dreams from reality like a sprained fingure
only able to image darken lover accompained by my shallow self whom i no longer rest kisses of death on for emotional pleasure
Just let tornados form crashing head on destroying every street light ever manufatured ecept one
the one he left me stranded on hoping
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