Walking down these shady streets with a cigarette dangling from my lips
I can feel the cops in my shadow as they wait for me to slip
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
cigarette shadows
Walking down these shady streets with a cigarette dangling from my lips
I can feel the cops in my shadow as they wait for me to slip
