She wanders Prince George's streets at night
Looking for angels
As the haze wears off
She is met with honking cars
Handsy men
And never enough money
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
sleepwalker
She wanders Prince George's streets at night
Looking for angels
As the haze wears off
She is met with honking cars
Handsy men
And never enough money
