Thursday

pink plate saucers.

what's the use of hiding when you know you are wrong.
as wrong as turning right on red. don't let the rats of
the city take away your dreams, ya pretty bitch. shut up
and keep pushing forward. don't worry about the past and
don't hurry the future. i know what i am saying. the letter
a only looks good in the sunlight. her toes match your nose
so you two should have a baby. while i drink some more
wine, all i think about is how satisfying the sound of dirt between
your shoe sole and the pavement sounds. leaves crunch in the
background.

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